Born in the hills with a mind that could not breathe
He was trapped in a life of a million postwar dreams
He would sit at night and plan the great escape
And no circumstance would ever seal his fate
Well, he grew up strong in a country filled with fear
And he missed the draft ‘cause he didn’t have a year
And it blew his mind how nobody else could see
That there was more to life than mediocrity
And the mountains reach into the sky
The river flows out through the night
The forest sways with every breeze
I long to be in foreign seas
I will be free
No one in the world puts chains on me
I'll be free
Born in the hills in the winter of ’54
Raised by the firelight and the stories from the war
Well he gave 'em hell, but the scars won’t go away
And he knew back then that there was no way he could stay
And the mountains reach into the sky
The river flows out through the night
The forest sways with every breeze
I long to be in foreign seas
I will be free
No one in the world puts chains on me
I'll be free
