Текст песни Free - Caedmon's Call

Around my neck's a beautiful stone
I made it from the good that I've done
It is close to my heart
With a meter of its own

But the weight it bears on me
From the good, oh, I want to be
Oh, it cuts me in half
A blade, a sword, a golden calf

Now I'm sinking under the load
I see it was only fool's gold
And it falls on me
Brings me low

Around his neck, he carries a stone
He takes my burden, makes it his own
And it takes him down
The bread, the wine, the golden crown

Free, free, free, free
A rose shoots up from the ground
Sky cracks open, sun through the clouds
The old has changed
The earth, the bride, the family name

Broken down and shot through
All the good I mean to do
Prison shakes, the man goes free
I am him and he is me

Free, free, free, free
Free, free, free, free
Free, free, free, free
Free, free, free, free
Free, free, free, free
Free, free, free, free
Free, free, free, free
Free, free, free, free
Free, free, free, free