Lyrics:

Turn the gitara Mike, please

Gitara, Mike
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
Yeah, yeah

Singing
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
Yeah
A long, long, long
Way
Way from my home
Yeah, yeah

Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands
Clap your hands, yeah
Clap your hands
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, yeah yeah yeah yeah
I got a telephone in my bosom
And I can call him up from heart
I got a telephone in my bosom
And I can call him up from heart
When I need my brothe, brother
Brother, brother
When I need my father, father

Father, hey, father
Mother, mother
Mother, hey, mother
Sister, sister
Yeah, yeah
When I need my brother, brother
Brother, hey, brother
Mother, father
Mother, mother
Mother, mother
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah yeah
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mr. Richie Havens
What better shines brighter than a beautiful star
Like Richie Havens