Free Will (alt take 2) Songtext
von Gil Scott‐Heron

Find a shadow cast by rainbows
There you′ll meet the sage
Feeding rabbits bits of lettuce or cleaning out the cage
He can give you more direction than you've ever known
Show you your bronzed baby shoes
Now, my how you have grown

Ain′t it nice to fly, you're waving as soft clouds go by
But peace won't be still of its own free will


Say you′d like to go exploring, you want to find some truth
You can′t stand one more day of Christians shouting down at you
You say you don't like politics, that never was your bag
People who could run for office wave their private flags

Ain′t it nice to fly, when you're waving as soft clouds go by
Because peace won′t be still of its own free will

Stickman, huh!

Ain't it nice to fly, you′re waving as soft clouds go by
'Cause peace won't be still of its own free will