Heading west past the cotton fields Highway 6 in the rain Even the trees' backs are bent and pleading For relief from the pain The air is thick like the river wide Like it's been for so, so long Ghosts, they're walking those yards of white And they're still singing the same song A song of freedom, o freedom Till it comes and good has won every fight A song of freedom, o freedom Let it come, let it run free and wild As the swallows find a new place to rest In the branches of trees unharmed There will come a time when tents are left For mansion rooms, each a work of art There the pain will be no more Truer bodies will they own Their scars seen by the scars of their Lord And they'll be singing that song of old A song of freedom, o freedom Till it comes and good has won every fight A song of freedom, o freedom Let it come, let it run free and wild Those who hunger now for justice They will be full There'll be comfort for the mourning And sight for the pure And the earth for the meek And heaven for the poor Love will endure Those who hunger now for justice They will be full There'll be comfort for the mourning And sight for the pure And the earth for the meek And heaven for the poor Love will endure Love will endure And there will be a song A song of freedom, o freedom Till it comes and good has won every fight A song of freedom, freedom Let it come, let it run free and wild Let it come, let it run free