Michael Martin Murphey
Freedom Bird
If you catch a little bird
And you put it in a cage, feed it every day
Open the door, it'll fly away
It'll be gone, it'll be gone
On the wings of the wind
Fly on the wings of the wind
Once I catch a little bird
And I taught her a song it was a silver song
Open the door and she was gone
She was gone, she was gone
On the wings of the wind
Through on the wings of the wind
And she flew so high
Through alone in the sky
And was gone
Our freedom is like a bird
You can put it in a cage, it will fly away
Every time it flies away
And it will fly so high
Through alone in the sky
And be gone