It's a joy to be free

It's certainly a great joy to be free -
not just physically, but mentally and spiritually, too...
for i'm sure the spirit of every soul wants to be free -
so, a prisoner, behind bars, i hope i'll never ever be...

For i love to run free - on the beach -
in the woods, on the hills, by the brook...
just to be able to run free - to stop to pick a shell -
smell a rose, kiss a caged bird - and set it free...

I love driving around, in the countryside -
up the hill and down, "over vales and dales"...
i love to stop by to admire a wayside flower -
or a tall reed, or a clump of bamboo, or woven nest...
and watch a fiery sunset over the hills lose its fire -
and that twilight moment of a rich pink and midnight blue...

I'ld love to take a walk: along the beach,
by a stream, round a lake, up a hill - even in a park...
And i'd love to do them in my mind -
whenever i'm free to let my mind wander...

I'ld like to do all these -
so, dear God, always let me be free:
to choose the life that i want -
that covers my wishes - of being free...