One hundred years
How long to go?
Not long but how
The seasons can flow
Before you'll lay your hand in mine

I still have a dream sometime
That once there’ll be a day
That anyone knows every colour
Been made by the sun

And though "the lies"
Are dressed up in line
We'll have a dream sometime
If we'll have a dream sometime

Let freedom range
Over the mountains
Like the wind blows up the sea
Changing you, changing me

Let freedom range
From every dark side
Of the city East or West
Free at last (we’re) free at last

One hundred years
Were hard to go
And even now still nobody knows
How long? Not long!

A king said to me:
'I've seen the Glory'
Yes I've seen the Glory

Let freedom range
Over the mountains
Like the wind blows up the sea
Changing you, changing me

Let freedom range
From every dark side
Of a city East or West
Free at last (we're) free at last

Let freedom range
Over the mountains
Like the wind blows up the sea
Changing you, changing me

Let freedom range
From every dark side
Of a city East or West
Free at last (we're) free at last
(Thank God Almighty we're free at last!)