Where you go-ing, bro-ther?
Where you go-ing, sis-ter?
We're go-ing to a land where men are all bro-thers,
Where love in-stead of hate rules their hearts.
We're go-ing to a land called Free-dom.
Go-ing to a land called Free-dom.

How you gon-na get there, bro-ther?
How you gon-na get there, sis-ter?
We're gon-na get there in a ship called Love,
A ship that must be shared to be of worth.
That ship's gon-na take us to a land called Free-dom,
Take us to a land called Free-dom.

What you gon-na find there, bro-ther?
What you gon-na find there, sis-ter?

We'll-find-a-land-where-grass grows green,
And fra-grant flow-ers bloom e-ter-nal-ly.
That's-what-it-looks-like-in-that-land-called-Free-dom.
Beau-ty in a-land-called Free-dom.

But dee-per beau-ty still ex-ists in that place,
Where black and white and brown and red and yel-low walk to-ge-ther
In peace.

And re-li-gion is no bar-ri-er to love, nor is race.
Where peo-ple love each o-ther as bro-ther was meant to love bro-ther.
That's how it is in that land called Free-dom.
Love in a land called Free-dom.

Can I go with you bro-ther?
Can I go with you, sis-ter?
Free-dom's gates are o-pen, my friend,
As lo-ving hearts can see.
Come with us to that land called Free-dom.
Join us in that land called Free-dom.
 

Last revision: Jan. 7, 2003.