To Be Free

Vineland New Jersey Farmland stretching Far as the eye can see Not much down there but Sun scorched pastures in 1953 The war was over and they came searching For a place to be Left the Rheinland they lost their homeland and all their family Like feathers on the ocean breeze They went spinning and tumbling across the sea Never know where they'll come down Or who'll they be Like Heather on the hillside They where bruised and they where battered by the breeze Searching for a place to be free Sunburnt summer frostbite Winter 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 1981 A feather on the ocean breeze He went spinning and tumbling across the sea Never knowing when he'd come down Or who he'd be Like Heather on the hillside He was bruised and he was battered by the breeze Searching for a place to be free Oh 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 33 years down 2017 Seen the Rheinland I've been to vineland I'm a feather on the breeze