Freedom by Richie Havens (click here)

Freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long way from my home, yeah

Freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom
Freedom, freedom

Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone
Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone
Sometimes I feel like I'm almost gone

A long, long, long, way, way from my home, yeah, yeah

Clap your hands, clap your hands

Clap your hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, clap your hands
Clap your hands, (yeah), clap your hands

Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, Hey, yeah, yeah

Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, Hey, yeah, yeah

I got a telephone in my bosom
And I can call him up from my heart
I got a telephone in my bosom
And I can call him up from my heart

When I need my brother, brother

When I need my father, father
When I need my mother, mother

When I need my sister, sister

Hey, yeah [unverified]

When I need my brother, brother

When I need my father, father
When I need my mother, mother

When I need my sister, sister