Oh, Freedom (from the album “My Lord What a Mornin”, 1960) Songtext
von Harry Belafonte

Oh, freedom
Oh, freedom
Oh, freedom over me
And before I′d be a slave I'd be buried in-a my grave (oh, yes)
And go home to my Lord and be free

Oh, freedom
Oh, freedom
Oh, freedom over me (over me)
And before I′d be a slave I'd be buried in-a my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free, everybody!

Oh, freedom
Oh, freedom, sing it sister
Oh, freedom over me
And before I'd be a slave I′d be buried in-a my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free


No more mourning, yeah
No more mourning
No more mourning
No more mourning over me
And before I′d be a slave I'd be buried in-a my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free

No more crying
No more crying (crying)
No more crying (sing it, people)
No more crying over me (over me)
And before I′d be a slave I'd be buried in-a my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free

Oh, freedom (tell it)
Oh, freedom (okay)
Oh, freedom (Hallelujah)
Oh, freedom over me
And before I′d be a slave I'd be buried in-a my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free

There′ll be singin', that's what
There′ll be singin′ (yes)
There'll be singin′
There'll be singin′ over me (yes, yes, yes, yes)
And before I'd be a slave I′d be buried in a my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free


There'll be singin', one more time
There′ll be singin′
There'll be singin′
There'll be singin′ over me
And before I'd be a slave I′d be buried in-a my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free

Oh, freedom
Oh, freedom
Oh, freedom
Oh, freedom over me
And before I'd be a slave I'd be buried in-a my grave
And go home to my Lord and be free