Deep Forest - Freedom Cry Lyrics

Lyrics Keeper

Get the lyrics to the song: Freedom Cry by Deep Forest at LyricsKeeper.com.

Freedom Cry

Freedom Cry Lyrics by Deep Forest
Freedom Cry Lyrics

What Are The Lyrics For Freedom Cry By Deep Forest?

So he is listening to the whooshing of the rain
Let him go to his not-too-long-ago seen master
Early morning I look up at the sky
Fine pocket knife, the rough-bread is being cut
Little calf's trouble has also been cut here
Early morning I look at the sky
My little angel

So he, she is listening to the whooshing of the rain
Let him go to his not-too-long-ago seen master
Early morning I look at the sky
There is a bird, who will carry away
My little angel

I am buried in it alive, alive
I am turning yellow, heavily
Mommy (meaning 'wife'), I will write when I am free

My little angel

So he is listening to the whooshing of the rain
There is a bird, who will carry away

My little angel

Early morning I look upward at the sky
So he is listening to the whooshing of the rain
There is a bird, who will carry away
Let him go to his not-too-long-ago seen master

Who Wrote Freedom Cry By Deep Forest?

Eric Mouquet, Michel Sanchez

More Lyrics

0 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | A | B | C | D | E | F | G | H | I | J | K | L | M | N | O | P | Q | R | S | T | U | V | W | X | Y | Z

Lyrics Of The Day