Well, the first thing I remember is the last thing that I saw,   Morning hit the barrel of a rifle going off.   Then the daylight wrapped around me,   Then I heard the sergeant scream,   Then all my reservations fell gently at my feet.      Now my heart is free.   My heart is free, and all the things that hold a man no longer carry me.      I was sure there was a reason to take that side and fight,   But when I saw the trembling hands that put that shot in flight,   I saw the hands of Jesus, saw the shores at Normandy,   Saw a hundred thousand weary lost and homesick boys like me.      Now my heart is free.   My heart is free, and all the things that hold a man no longer carry me.      The courage asked of my heart has traveled far beyond those lines.   Seems it’s always for a few men that so many of us die.   You don’t remember my name or the girl that I made proud,   And whatever drew me from her arms is nothing to me now.      Now my heart is free.   My heart is free, and all the things that hold a man no longer carry me.