Aujourd'hui ce qui ne vaut pas la peine d'être dit, on le chante -- Pierre Augustin Caron De Beaumarchais

One morning in June
some twenty years ago
I was born a rich man's son.
I had everything that money could buy
but freedom I had none.

I've been looking for freedom
I've been looking so long
I've been looking for freedom
still the search goes on.
I've been looking for freedom
since I left my home town
I've been looking for freedom
still it can't be found.

I headed down the track
my baggage on my back
I left the city far behind.
Walking down the road
with my heavy load
Trying to find some peace of mind.
Father said: You'll be sorry son
if you leave your home this way

And when you realize
the freedom money buys
You'll come running home some day.

I've been looking for freedom
I've been looking so long
...

I paid a lotta dues
had plenty to lose
travelling across the land.
Worked on a farm
got some muscle in my arm
But still I'm not a self-made man.
I'll be on the run for
many years to come
I'll be searching door to door.
But given some time
some day I'm gonna find
The freedom I've been looking for.

I've been looking for freedom
I've been looking so long
...
I've been looking for freedom
I've been looking so long
...