Loosing Freedom
Title: | Loosing Freedom |
Creator: | Don Freed |
Subject: | Lyrics |
Description: | Loosing Freedom
Fierce is this wind that shakes this prairie now with a shrill foreboding tone Telling each ear in St. Vital that this very soil is not our own Are we all now, alas, about to pass comp’ny to company? Living in fear of loosing freedom are we truly free? Soon will be gone the old traditions that our Red River has held dear Know that tomorrow you may speak and this “Manitoba” will not hear You with your foreign tongue that bloomed among the hated Fleur-de-lys Living in fear of loosing freedom are we truly free? For every man who comes this way will carry a gun upon his back And with their tunics red as blood beneath that blessed Union Jack And with the very God with which they trod the fearless Maori Living in fear of losing freedom are we truly free? And it is known was mercy ever shown unto the land of Eire? And upon Scotland’s bloody hills, what did they leave there to admire? And do all women know the ways a foe can relish liberty? Living in fear of losing freedom, are we truly free? Surely the measure of this moment calls to the spirit of Voltaire To leave its home in hell or heaven and hurry straight to St. Norbert There build a barricade from wooded glade of oak and willow tree. Living in fear of losing freedom are we truly free! And if the barricade we build holds up at the onslaught of these men Let not a single shot ring out – hold to the power of the pen That where these winds will blow that all may know the way a world can be Living in fear of loosing freedom are we truly free! ©Don Freed |
Type: | Collection |