I’m Free at Last



I’m free, I’m free again

Yes, I’m free, I’m free at last, 

But sometimes it makes me wonder

Of the vision of the past.



There’s a girl while she lay sleeping, 

Sleeping on her new repose,

There’s a girl all broken-hearted 

Listening to the wind that blows.



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I’m free, I’m free again,

Yes, I’m free, I’m free at last,

But sometimes it makes me wonder

Of the vision of the past.



Over yonder in the grave yard,

Where my dear old mother lies

Soon her broken-hearted daughter, 

Will be sleeping by her side.



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I’ve love you, dear I’ve loved you, 

More than all this world can tell, 

But to me you’ve broken your promise,

You can now forever go.



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Pretty flowers are made for blooming, 

And the stars are made to shine.

Pretty girls are made for sweet-hearts

And perhaps there’s one for me.



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