At the breakin' of the dawn, day is born again Just another missing link in an endless chain Filling up the empty space left by one's who gone Freedom's child is born today singing freedom's song
With his colors flying high and his gun in hand Volunteered to fight and die in a foreign land Just another minor chord in a worn out song Freedom's child is marching there singing freedom's song
Drifting through a crowded park past an empty swing Hidden in a sparrow's eye when it's on the wing Planted on a lonely hill with his name unknown Freedom's child was laid to rest singing freedom's song
At the breakin' of the dawn, day is born again Just another missing link in an endless chain Filling up the empty space left by one's who gone Freedom's child is born today singing freedom's song Freedom's child was laid to rest, singing freedom's song
