| I was only a little boy
|
| When I heard the call
|
| Like a voice in the wilderness
|
| That calls to us all
|
| So I took to the Gypsy life
|
| In the City of Love
|
| And I walked with the troubadours
|
| And flew with the doves
|
| In the City of Love
|
| In the garden of paradise
|
| I heard a voice sing
|
| I can still feel the thrill of it
|
| The chills it would bring
|
| Far away in the western sky
|
| Over the sea
|
| There’s a land that we dream about
|
| Peaceful and free
|
| Waiting for me his
|
| Hold my hand
|
| Let me take you there
|
| Let’s go walking in the morning
|
| As time goes by
|
| Love will wash us clean
|
| Let love bring to us our freedom
|
| And we will sing of the heroes
|
| And fly on the breeze
|
| Love with the lovers of the world
|
| Oh, we’ll be free
|
| In the dark of the mystic night
|
| Music is born
|
| In that hands of the troubadour
|
| The piper of dawn
|
| And it’s heard on a foreign shore
|
| Over the sea
|
| In the land that we dream about
|
| Peaceful and free
|
| Waiting for me
|
| Hold my hand
|
| Let me take you there
|
| Let’s go walking in the morning
|
| As time goes by
|
| Love will wash us clean
|
| Let love bring to us our freedom
|
| And we will sing of the heroes
|
| And fly on the breeze
|
| Love with the lovers of the world
|
| Oh, we’ll be free
|
| Hold my hand
|
| Let me take you there
|
| Let’s go walking in the morning
|
| As time goes by
|
| Love will wash us clean
|
| Let love bring to us our freedom
|
| And we will sing of the heroes
|
| Fly on the breeze
|
| Love with the lovers of the world
|
| Oh, we’ll be free
|
| We’ll be free |