Текст песни Sweet Liberty - Marla Schaffel , Jane Eyre Ensemble

It's seven o' clock in the morning
I lift my eyes to autumn skies
I look out through the graveyard
A silhouetted swallow files
He flies to distant countries
I lose him just behind a cloud
I yearn to be that swallow
And go where I am not allowed

Over mountains, over oceans
Heaven take me away
For I long for my liberty
For sweet liberty I pray

It's nine o' clock in the morning
I teach what's been instilled in me
But is this all we're meant for
Condemned to mere tranquility?
Well, women feel as men do
We must engage our minds and souls
Let us, like our brothers
Let our worth define our roles
Breaking custom and convention
Let tradition give way
For we all need our liberty
For sweet liberty we pray

And I wake from my bed
With the urge to depart
And to follow the dreams of my heart

It's twelve o' clock in the pitch black night
I can't contain my wanderlust
I seek a new adventure
I search the skies because I must
I hunger for new faces
To find a better destiny
And fly among the swallows
Far above the troubled sea
Over mountains, over oceans
Heaven take me away
For I long for my liberty
For sweet liberty I pray
'Cross the rivers
Past the highlands
With God's wind in my hair
I look out over boundless skies
My spirits rise (My spirits rise)
And carry me (And carry me)
(Heaven let my freedom carry me, carry me)
And carry me
Beyond my past
Where I will find
Sweet liberty
My liberty
At last (At last)