Free as a bird in the sweet summer sky,
That flies through the air so heavenly high.
Free as the stars on a cold winter's eve,
Which shine through the night above every tree.
Free as the leaves on a balmy fall day,
That drop to the ground forever to lay.
Free as a flower on a bright spring morn,
That grows in the garden as more are born.
Free to be free and do as one wishes,
Through the days, the years, with hungs and kisses.