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Riders - text

Midnight riders
What a freedom!
Oh' sweet freedom,
when we’re riding alone,
heading for a new dawn,
flying start and we’re gone
What a freedom!
Precious freedom.

I ride it fast
my way is smooth,
wind in my hair till the end of my youth.
I hope it lasts,
at throttle full
the journey’s cool.

Ref:
And later on when I’m coming home I realize
there’s whole new ground to be won and found
in her eyes.


Bird on the wing
What a freedom!
Oh' sweet freedom
when we’re flying above
facing right to the south
keeping out of that crowd
What a freedom!
Precious freedom.

I fly up high
and glide down slow
holding my breath all the way as I go
she’s by my side
Lord hear my prayer
please let her stay.

Ref:
And later on when I’m coming home I realize
there’s whole new ground to be won and found
in her eyes.

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