We have walked all the highways

Yet where have we gone

We planted dreams along the byways

What else is there to be done

We spoke of peace pure and simple

They seemed not to understand

We asked them to free our people

They said freedom

Is at hand

We asked

Is freedom a farmer

With no land to farm

Is freedom a fisher

With no river to fish

Is freedom a worker

With no place to work

Yet they said

Freedom is at hand

Guns cried out as night drew near

We hurried for home

To our children aged in fear

Whose dreams are made of stone

Peace we said

Is not an empty plate

Nor a man with no land

Freedom we can no longer wait

They said

Freedom is at hand

We asked

Is freedom a farmer

With no land to farm

Is freedom a fisher

With no river to fish

Is freedom a worker

With no place to work

Yet they said

Freedom is at hand

We asked

Is freedom a farmer

With no land to farm

Is freedom a fisher

With no river to fish

Is freedom a worker

With no place to work

Yet they said

Freedom is at hand

Yet they said

Freedom

Is at hand