One hundred years How long to go? Not long but how The seasons can flow Before you'll lay your hand in mine I still have a dream sometime That once there'll be a day That anyone knows every colour Been made by the sun And though "the lies" Are dressed up in line We'll have a dream sometime If we'll have a dream sometime Let freedom range Over the mountains Like the wind blows up the sea Changing you, changing me Let freedom range From every dark side Of the city East or West Free at last (we're) free at last One hundred years Were hard to go And even now still nobody knows How long? Not long! A king said to me: 'I've seen the Glory' Yes I've seen the Glory Let freedom range Over the mountains Like the wind blows up the sea Changing you, changing me Let freedom range From every dark side Of a city East or West Free at last (we're) free at last Let freedom range Over the mountains Like the wind blows up the sea Changing you, changing me Let freedom range From every dark side Of a city East or West Free at last (we're) free at last (Thank God Almighty we're free at last!)