Текст Bruce Cockburn – Free To Be

Got no social graces
Never know my place
One thing I am sure of
You can’t judge a man by his race

Grow up you
Grow up me
Grown together
Free to be

There’s music in the forest
Children laugh in the school yard
On the skid row of the spirit
Hear the ranting of the Western Guard
Why don’t you cool out
Can it be so hard
To love yourself without thinking
Someone else holds a lower card

Grow up you
Grow up me
Grown together
Free to be

Wired to the switchboard
Always on the move
Things we love to cling to
But there’s nothing we can prove
You can only deal with
What’s before your face

Grow up you
Grow up me
Grown together
Free to be