Passenger - To Be Free lyrics
[Passenger - To Be Free lyrics]
Vineland, New Jersey, farm land stretching
Far as the eye can see not much down there
But sun-scorched pastures in 1953
The war is over, they came searching
For a place to be
They left the Rhineland, they
Lost their homeland, and
All their family
Like feathers on the ocean breeze
They went spinning and tumbling
'cross the sea
Never know where they'd come down
Or who they'd be
Like heather on the hillside
They were bruised and they were
Battered by the breeze searching for a place
To be free
Sun burn summers and frost by winter
Kids were plainly dressed
Left the farmhouse when he was old enough
And headed out west
From California to Southern Africa
And all the way to France
And on to England to meet my mother in 1981
A feather on the ocean breeze
He went spinning and tumbling 'cross the sea
Never known where he'd come down
Or who he'd be like heather on the hillside
He was bruised and he was
Battered by the breeze searching for a place
To be free
Oh, and like a seed
That is flying in the wind
In search of water, soil, and sun
And the birds and the bees
To have it all along
Now here I am, 33 years down 2017
I've seen the Rhineland, I've
Been to Vineland, i'm
A feather on the breeze
Far as the eye can see not much down there
But sun-scorched pastures in 1953
The war is over, they came searching
For a place to be
They left the Rhineland, they
Lost their homeland, and
All their family
Like feathers on the ocean breeze
They went spinning and tumbling
'cross the sea
Never know where they'd come down
Or who they'd be
Like heather on the hillside
They were bruised and they were
Battered by the breeze searching for a place
To be free
Sun burn summers and frost by winter
Kids were plainly dressed
Left the farmhouse when he was old enough
And headed out west
From California to Southern Africa
And all the way to France
And on to England to meet my mother in 1981
A feather on the ocean breeze
He went spinning and tumbling 'cross the sea
Never known where he'd come down
Or who he'd be like heather on the hillside
He was bruised and he was
Battered by the breeze searching for a place
To be free
Oh, and like a seed
That is flying in the wind
In search of water, soil, and sun
And the birds and the bees
To have it all along
Now here I am, 33 years down 2017
I've seen the Rhineland, I've
Been to Vineland, i'm
A feather on the breeze