Sweet Liberty

It's seven o' clock in the morning
 I lift my eyes to autumn skies
 I look out through the graveyard
 A silhouetted swallow files
 He flies to distant countries
 I lose him just behind a cloud
 I yearn to be that swallow
 And go where I am not allowed
 Over mountains, over oceans
 Heaven take me away
 For I long for my liberty
 For sweet liberty I pray
 It's nine o' clock in the morning
 I teach what's been instilled in me
 But is this all we're meant for
 Condemned to mere tranquility?
 Well, women feel as men do
 We must engage our minds and souls
 Let us, like our brothers
 Let our worth define our roles
 Breaking custom and convention
 Let tradition give way
 For we all need our liberty
 For sweet liberty we pray
 And I wake from my bed
 With the urge to depart
 And to follow the dreams of my heart
 It's twelve o' clock in the pitch black night
 I can't contain my wanderlust
 I seek a new adventure
 I search the skies because I must
 I hunger for new faces
 To find a better destiny
 And fly among the swallows
 Far above the troubled sea
 Over mountains, over oceans
 Heaven take me away
 For I long for my liberty
 For sweet liberty I pray
 'Cross the rivers
 Past the highlands
 With God's wind in my hair
 I look out over boundless skies
 My spirits rise (My spirits rise)
 And carry me (And carry me)
 (Heaven let my freedom carry me, carry me)
 And carry me
 Beyond my past
 Where I will find
 Sweet liberty
 My liberty
 At last (At last)