Chimes of Freedom - Live at the Fillmore West, San Francisco, CA - February 1969

Far between sundown's finish and midnight's broken toll
 We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
 As majestic bells of bolts, struck shadows in the sounds
 Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
 Flashing for the warriors, whose strength is not to fight
 Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
 And for each and every underdog soldier in the night
 And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
 Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far off corner flashed
 And the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
 Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
 Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
 Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless seeking trail
 For the lonesome hearted lovers, with too personal a tale
 And for each unharmful gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
 And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing
 Starry-eyed and laughing, as I recall when we were caught
 Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
 And we listened one last time, and we watched with one last look
 Spellbound and swallowed 'til the tolling ended
 Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
 For the countless confused, accused, misused, srung-out ones and worse
 And for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
 And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing