I was only a little boy when I heard the call   Like a voice in the wilderness, that calls to us all   So I took to the gypsy life, in the city of love   And I walked with the troubadours   And flew with the doves, in the city of love      In the garden of paradise, I heard a voice sing   I can still feel the thrill of it, the chills it would bring   Far away in the western sky, over the sea   There's a land that we dream about   Peaceful and free, waiting for me      Hold my hand, let me take you there   Let's go walking in the morning   As time goes by, love will wash us clean   Let love bring to us our freedom      And we will sing of the heroes   And fly on the breeze   Love with the lovers of the world   Oh! Oh! Oh! We'll be free      In the dark of the mystic night, music is born   In the hands of the troubadour, the piper of dawn   And it's heard on a foreign shore, over the sea   In the land that we dream about   Peaceful and free, waiting for me      Hold my hand, let me take you there   Let's go walking in the morning   As time goes by, love will wash us clean   Let love bring to us our freedom      And we will sing of the heroes   And fly on the breeze   Love with the lovers of the world   Oh! Oh! Oh! We'll be free      Hold my hand, let me take you there   Let's go walking in the morning   As time goes by, love will wash us clean   Let love bring to us our freedom      And we will sing of the heroes   And fly on the breeze   Love with the lovers of the world   Oh! Oh! Oh! We'll be free      We'll be free