JANE   It's seven o' clock in the morning   I lift my eyes to autumn skies   I look out through the graveyard   A silhouetted swallow files   He flies to distant countries   I lose him just behind a cloud   I yearn to be that swallow   And go where I am not allowed    Over mountains, over oceans   Heaven take me away   For I long for my liberty   For sweet liberty I pray    It's nine o' clock in the morning   I teach what's been instilled in me   But is this all we're meant for   Condemned to mere tranquility?    Well, women feel as men do   We must engage out minds and souls   Let us, like our brothers   Let our worth define our roles    Breaking custom and convention   Let tradition give way   For we all need our liberty   For sweet liberty we pray    And I wake from my bed   With the urge to depart   And to follow the dreams of my heart   It's twelve o' clock in the pitch black night   I can't contain my wanderlust   I seek a new adventure   I search the skies because I must    I hunger for new faces   To find a better destiny   And fly among the swallows   Far beyond the troubled sea    Over mountains, over oceans   Heaven take me away   For I love for my liberty   For sweet liberty I pray    'Cross the rivers   Past the highlands   With God's wind in my hair   I look out over boundless skies       JANE   My spirits riseAnd carry me   Beyond my past   Where I will find   Sweet liberty   My libertyAt last       ENSEMBLE   My spirits rise   And carry me   Heaven let my freedom   Carry me   Where I will find   Liberty   At last