I can go wherever is there for want though I do not have
I may wander here and there and back again, again
But I do not see the waterfall or the willow tree sway,
nor the white sand of paradise or the mother bird’s way.
I could be the stars of east or the tree tops in the west
I would sing with thy wind without a care for the other man’s jest
But i shall not, for freedom has its price and this I am to pay.