Oh, freedom, oh, freedom,
oh, freedom over me.
And before I'd be a slave
I'll be buried in my grave,
and go home to my Lord and be free.
No more moaning, no more moaning,
no more moaning over me.
And before I'd be a slave
I'll be buried in my grave,
and go home to my Lord and be free.
There’ll be singing, there’ll be singing,
there’ll be singing over me.
And before I'd be a slave
I'll be buried in my grave,
and go home to my Lord and be free.