Well, the first thing I remember is the last thing that I saw
Morning hit the barrel of a rifle going off
Then the daylight wrapped around me
Then I heard the sergeant scream
Then all my reservations fell gently at my feet
Now my heart is free
My heart is free, and all the things that hold a man no longer carry me
I was sure there was a reason to take that side and fight
But when I saw the trembling hands that put that shot in flight
Well I saw the hands of Jesus, saw the shores at Normandy
Saw a hundred thousand weary lost and homesick boys like me
Now my heart is free
My heart is free, and all the things that hold a man no longer carry me
Now they don’t remember my name or the girl that I made proud
And whatever drew me from her arms is nothing to me now
Now my heart is free
My heart is free, and all the things that hold a man no longer carry me
My heart is free
My heart is free, and all the things that hold a man no longer carry me