clap your hands

Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom


Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long way from my home


Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom


Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone
sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone
Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone
A long, long, long, way, way from my home


Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands


I got a telephone in my bosom
And I can call him up from my heart
I got a telephone in my bosom
And I can call him up from my heart


When I need my brother ... brother
When I need my mother ... mother
Hey ... yeah ... etc.





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{"Freedom," lyrics by Richie Havens, a variation on a traditional spiritual, "Motherless Child"}


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