Freedom's Song O' Joy

I sing a song O' joy For antiquated times O' how the people did fly... Searching the starry skies Listening for the babes cry Still, sing I must O' joy... Liberty frees girl and boy Father's search the nights A new mother soon sighs... Viewing contemptible lies Tearing at our young’s lives Yet, we sing the songs O ‘joy Liberty’ freed girl and boy As we hear the babes cry A tear is shed from mine eye Once as girls and boys so forlorn Now as men and women Standing tall and strong O‘ joy, we‘re singing -- Freedom’s Song All eyes are on the prize Because the people did fly… We sing your song O’ Joy