I Am Free — Tal Bachman

Sea sand and stone

Wreath round this ground I call my own

While dark concrete sky

Blacks out the sun with icy night

Even though the ocean roars

And the storm is bold and the rain is cold

Here I was born

Though winter winds have blown

And bitter seeds been sown

I gave you all I am and all I hope to be

Now I am free

Wind fill my frame

Fire me with your immortal flame

Even though I am poor

Through the looking glass I watch unfold

What cant be told

Chorus

Though fortunes rise and fall

Its no concern at all

I gave you all I am and all I hope to be

Now I am free

Even though I am poor

Through the looking glass I watch unfold

What cant be told

Chorus