Freedom   Freedom   Freedom   Freedom   Freedom   Freedom   Freedom   Freedom      Sometimes I feel like a motherless child   Sometimes I feel like a motherless child   Sometimes I feel like a motherless child   A long way from my home      Freedom   Freedom   Freedom   Freedom   Freedom   Freedom   Freedom   Freedom   Freedom   Freedom      Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone   Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone   Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone   A long, long, long, way, way from my home      Clap your hands   Clap your hands   Clap your hands   Clap your hands   Clap your hands   Clap your hands   Clap your hands   Clap your hands   Hey…yeah      I got a telephone in my bosom   And I can call him up from my heart   I got a telephone in my bosom   And I can call him up from my heart      When I need my brother…brother   When I need my mother…mother   Hey…yeah…etc.