The Land Of The Truly Free - John Williamson

Tickle the fiddle, strike the drum

From all around the world we’ve come

Remember the blood that all men bleed

Has no race, sex, or creed

In The Land Of The Truly Free

Leave your troubles all behind

Make a wish for all man kind

Find true love, lose the blues

Enjoy our battles in running shoes

So hear it is, the Millennium

2000 has finally come

By golly, it’s good to see you here

It’s just another golden year

In The Land Of The Truly Free