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I can see the world's changing
I can see it re-arranging
Happening before my very eyes

Everywhere the cements growing
In the street the traffic's flowing
Ruining the air up in the skies
Is no surprise

I want to get away and live my life
In the rivers and trees
I want to spend my days making wine
Be free and be free

I can hear the cities calling
Come on down, you feel you falling
Happening for all of us to see

See the deepening cement hollow
Reaching out for those who follow
Hunkering on far too many lies
It's no surprise

I want to get away and live my life
In the rivers and trees
I want to spend my days making wine
And be free and be free and be free

From the winds so far
I've had an inner vision
I've seen the universe unfold

I can hear the school bell ringing
From the yard the children singing
Merrily, life is but a dream

In the street there go the brothers
Selling slow and ship to others
Aiding those whose songs have turned to cries
Is no surprise

I want to get away and live my life
In the rivers and trees
I want to spend my days making wine
And be free and be free and be free
I can see the world's changing   I can see it re-arranging   Happening before my very eyes      Everywhere the cements growing   In the street the traffic's flowing   Ruining the air up in the skies   Is no surprise      I want to get away and live my life   In the rivers and trees   I want to spend my days making wine   Be free and be free      I can hear the cities calling   Come on down, you feel you falling   Happening for all of us to see      See the deepening cement hollow   Reaching out for those who follow   Hunkering on far too many lies   It's no surprise      I want to get away and live my life   In the rivers and trees   I want to spend my days making wine   And be free and be free and be free      From the winds so far   I've had an inner vision   I've seen the universe unfold      I can hear the school bell ringing   From the yard the children singing   Merrily, life is but a dream      In the street there go the brothers   Selling slow and ship to others   Aiding those whose songs have turned to cries   Is no surprise      I want to get away and live my life   In the rivers and trees   I want to spend my days making wine   And be free and be free and be free