[Verse 1]
If I ever write my Ode to Freedom
It will be in prose that chimes with me
It would be a simple Ode to Freedom
Not pretentious, but with dignity
I would like to think that freedom is
More than just a word
In grand and lofty language
Odes to Freedom often go unheard
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 2]
If I ever wrote my Ode to Freedom
Being privileged and spoilt for choice
Then I fear that you would be suspicious
Of the cause to which I'd lend my voice
It's elusive and it's hard to hold
It's a fleeting thing
That's why there is no Ode to Freedom truly worth remembering
I wish someone would write an Ode to Freedom that we all could sing
If I ever write my Ode to Freedom
It will be in prose that chimes with me
It would be a simple Ode to Freedom
Not pretentious, but with dignity
I would like to think that freedom is
More than just a word
In grand and lofty language
Odes to Freedom often go unheard
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse 2]
If I ever wrote my Ode to Freedom
Being privileged and spoilt for choice
Then I fear that you would be suspicious
Of the cause to which I'd lend my voice
It's elusive and it's hard to hold
It's a fleeting thing
That's why there is no Ode to Freedom truly worth remembering
I wish someone would write an Ode to Freedom that we all could sing