Circle round for freedom, circle round for peace
for those of us in prison, circle for release.
Circle round the planet, circle for each soul
for our future generations, keep the circle whole.
Wind blows, lifts you up,
Lets you touch the sky.
And the fire burns your spirit black,
Forges freedom’s cry.
Water flows through your veins,
Becomes your salty tears.
And the earth she turns upon her course,
Marks your living years.
Wind blows, fire burns,
Water flows and the earth turns.
Wind blows, fire burns,
Water flows and the earth turns.
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it?
That’s the sound of change,
That’s the sound of change,
Oh, that’s the sound of change.
I can no more be bound than the hawk in flight.
And I am the fires that burn in the night.
And I am the shaking and quaking of the earth.
And I am the water of the world’s rebirth.
I am freedom, I am freedom, I am freedom, I am freedom.
I am no more contained that the waves on the sea.
I cannot be chained because I must be free.
And I am the fire that burns in all things.
The bell that tolls with freedom’s call, shake when you hear me ring.
I am freedom, I am freedom, I am freedom, I am freedom.
© 1982 by Linda Hirschhorn from the album Circle of Women
