The Road To Freedom - Chris De Burgh

I feel the wind blowing through my doorway

It’s telling me that the summer’s gone

And the winter waits in shadow, waiting with the storm;

I am old and my bones are weary

And my son he is all I have

But he has gone to fight for freedom, leaving with my heart;

All my life I have loved this land, worked it with my hands

But can this freedom send the rain when seed is in the ground

Can this freedom heal the pain and bring my boy back to me again?

Oh oh oh…

I watched them sail from the rocks below me

'Twas like the sea in its endless rage

Many fall on the road to freedom, dying on the stones;

All my life I have loved this land, worked it with my hands

But can your freedom send the rain when seed is in the ground

Can your freedom heal the pain and bring my boy back to me again?

Oh oh oh…

Late last night, as the world was sleeping, I dreamed my boy

He was calling out, 'cos he was lost in some dark forest, and

Snow was falling down, falling on the ground… ooh…