Freedom. Freedom. Freedom. Freedom. Sometimes I feel like a motherless child A long, a long way from my home. From my home Freedom. Freedom. Freedom. Freedom. Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone A long,long, long, way, long way from home. From my home. Yeah. From my home. Yeah yeah. Clap your hands. Clap your hands. I've got a telephone in my bosom And I can call him up from my heart When I need my Brother (Brother) Brother. When I need my Father (Father) Father. When I need my Mother (Mother) Mother. Yeah Sister. (Sister) Sister. Yeah yeah yeah yeah. Freedom. Freedom. Freedom. Freedom.