Like a bird sweeping across the sky
In spite of broken wings,
The sun still brighter
Despite the night,
The sweet smell of lily of the valley
Under a thick blanket of concrete pavement,
Taken out of my chest. . .
środa, 22 czerwca 2011
JOAN BAEZ Oh,Freedom ( a capella)
Oh, freedom, oh, freedom, Oh freedom over me. And before I'd be a slave I'd buried in my grave And go home to my lord and be free ...