Freedom's Child - Gentle Giant

Some things end as summer falls

And fly away on silken wings.

Our promises and our distant calls

Are souvenirs of ended things.

Asleep you lie so near me there

Curled round me like a drifting air.

To the memory of a heartfelt joy

My dreams are never far away

From the man who was a virgin boy

My thoughts are never far to stray

But summer’s sorrow had to smile

Because your love was freedom’s child

Some things end as summer falls

And fly away on silken wings.

Our promises and our distant calls

Are souvenirs of ended things.

But summer’s sorrow had to smile

Because your love was freedom’s child.