A Place Called Freedom

I saw her on the planes I watched her through the rain On a buffalo dawn Running barefoot through the corn Her wild rose complexion With eyes downturned Became my obsession I knew I had to return To a place called freedom To a place called freedom High Indian cheekbones Held by wonder She moaned like the whining wind Chased by thunder Torn between home And the horizon A dancing gazelle In Eternity's sunrise To a place called freedom To a place called freedom To a place called freedom A place called freedom High Indian cheekbones Held by wonder She moaned like the whining wind Chased by thunder Torn between home And the horizon A dancing gazelle In Eternity's sunrise To a place called freedom To a place called freedom