FREE (love)

Free Love Free Love Love my soul Love my soul Freeeeeeee Loooooove Love my soul Love my soul “Hope” is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all Free Love Free Love In the wind In the light In the dark Still love Love my soul Love my soul And sweetest in the gale is heard And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm Freeeeeeeeee Loooooooove Hands to the sky Hearts open wide Free Love Love my soul Love my soul Love my soul I’ve heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea Yet never in extremity It asked a crumb of me Free Love Free Love Love my soul Love my soul Freeeeeeeeeeee Looooooooove