Texty: Jill Scott. Free (Epilogue).

Free, free, free

Free like a willow tree
Free like a summer's eve
Free like the waves are crashing
On the side on a solitary beach

Free like a bumblebee
Free like the open sea
Free like the minute, second, moment
When you hold me closely

Free like a flying dove
Free like the moon above
Free like the four letters
That spell out L O V E, love

Free like the bluest sky
Free like wings up high
Free like, free like, free like, free like

Free the brown in my eye
Free like the tears that I cry
Free like, free like, free like, free like

Free like a willow tree
Free like the summers heat
Free like the waves are crashing
On the side on a solitary beach