A Place Called Freedom
JOANNA HACKETT, ROGER KING, ROGER FRANK KING, STEPHEN RICHARD HACKETT
I saw her on the planes
I watched her through the rain
On a buffalo dawn
Running barefoot through the corn
Her wild rose complexion
With eyes downturned
Became my obsession
I knew I had to return
To a place called freedom
To a place called freedom
High Indian cheekbones
Held by wonder
She moaned like the whining wind
Chased by thunder
Torn between home
And the horizon
A dancing gazelle
In eternity's sunrise
To a place called freedom
To a place called freedom
To a place called freedom
A place called freedom
High Indian cheekbones
Held by wonder
She moaned like the whining wind
Chased by thunder
Torn between home
And the horizon
A dancing gazelle
In eternity's sunrise
To a place called freedom
To a place called freedom