His nickname,“Freedom”

Didn’t make it this far in body.

Here in spirit.

Tell you what.

Let me tell ya,

You're at the jubilee, or you're all alone

Because the more, the merrier it sound

Friends all tell me so

The birds wake up the grass, and tell everybody, say it's time to grow

The sun whispers to the birds, oh the song yet to be sung….

Song yet to be sung, (song yet to be sung) the song yet to be sung….

Give them the world ay yi yi

You're at the jubilee, or you're all alone

Because the more, the merrier it sound

My friends, everybody, they all tell me so

From the heights, from the heights of saiyon

Ohhh yeah, whisper in your ear

We got to play on, what a designery

A little bit of song, the song yet to be sung

Song yet to be sung (song yet to be sung) song yet to be sung

Song yet to be sung (song yet to be sung) song yet to be sung