Music and Lyrics by Tyler Somers (BMI) and Jennifer Somers (BMI) | A minor A440 | 120 bpm | 4/4 straight

Heading west past the cotton fields

Highway 6 in the rain

Even the trees' backs are bent and pleading

For relief from the pain

The air is thick like a river wide

Like it's been for so, so long

Ghosts, they're walking those yards of white

And they're still singing the same song

A song of freedom, o freedom, till it comes and good has won every fight

A song of freedom, o freedom, let it come, let it run free and wild

As the swallows find a new place to rest

In the branches of trees unharmed

We await the day where the trailers are traded

For mansion rooms, each one a work of art

There the pain will be no more

Truer bodies will they own

All their scars seen by the scars of their Lord

And they'll be singing that song of old

A song of freedom, o freedom, till it comes and good has won every fight

A song of freedom, o freedom, let it come, let it run free and wild

Those who hunger now for justice, they will be full

There'll be comfort for the mourning, and sight for the pure

O and the earth for the meek, and heaven for the poor

Love will endure; love will endure

Those who hunger now for justice, they will be full

There'll be comfort for the mourning, and sight for the pure

O and the earth for the meek, and heaven for the poor

Love will endure; love will endure
And there will be a song

A song of freedom, o freedom, till it comes and good has won every fight

A song of freedom, o freedom, let it come, let it run free and wild