Passenger Lyrics
"To Be Free"

Fine land, New Jersey
Found land stretching
Far as the eye can see
Not much down there, but
Sun scorched pastures in
Nineteen-fifty-three
The war is over
And they came searching
For a place to be
They left the Rhineland they
Lost their homeland, and
All their family

Like feathers on the ocean breeze
They went spinning and tumbling 'cross the sea
Never know where they'd come down
Or who they'd be

Like heather on the hillside
They were bruised and they were battered by the breeze
Searching for a place
To be free

Sun burn summers and
Frost by winter
The kids were plainly dressed
Left the farmhouse when
He was old enough, and
Headed out west
From California
To southern Africa
And all the way to France
And on to England, to
Meet my mother in
Nineteen-eighty-one

Like feathers on the ocean breeze
He went spinning and tumbling 'cross the sea
Never know where he'd come down
Or who he'd be

Like heather on the hillside
He were bruised and they were battered by the breeze
Searching for a place
To be free

Oh, and like a seed
That is flying in the wind
In search of water, soil, and sun
And the birds and the bees
To have it all along

Now, here I am
Thirty-three years done
Two-thousand-seventeen
I've seen the Rhineland, I've
Been to Vineland, I'm
A feather on the breeze