«Let the Freedom Come»
Tekst: Rita Engedalen Musikk: Rita Engedalen
She lived in a little house – with the flowers growing wild.Her guitar is hanging on the wall - sometimes she takes it down
Even if the sky is gonna fall - she will raise and shine Ohhhh, she will stand up and fight.
Oh, oh, oh
Let the freedom come
Oh, oh, oh
Let the freedom come
Talking for her sister - talking for her man
A whisper from her mother – is written in her hand
On the road - on the stage - where the light shines on her face
Ohhhh.. Let the freedom come
Oh, oh, oh
Let the freedom Come
Oh, oh, oh
Let the freedom Come
Let a woman make love to a woman - If she feels
Let them walk so proud and strong
We will always hear those women in the blues
In the light, in the light of freedom.
Oh, oh, oh
Let the freedom come
Oh, oh, oh
Let the freedom come