There's a man who's been out sailing
In a decade full of dreams 
And he takes her to a schooner 
And he treats her like a queen 
Bearing beads from California 
With their amber stones and green 
He has called her from the harbor 
He has kissed her with his freedom 
He has heard her off to starboard 
In the breaking and the breathing 
Of the water weeds
While she was busy being free 

There's a man who's climbed a mountain 
And he's calling out her name 
And he hopes her heart can hear 
Three thousand miles he calls again
He can think her there beside him 
He can miss her just the same 
He has missed her in the forest 
While he showed her all the flowers 
And the branches sang the [bad word] 
As he climbed the scaley towers 
Of a forest tree
While she was somewhere being free 

There's a man who's sent a letter 
And he's waiting for reply 
He has asked her of her travels 
Since the day they said goodbye 
He writes "Wish you were beside me 
We can make it if we try" 
He has seen her at the office 
With her name on all his papers  [bad word] the sharing of the profits
He will find it hard to shake her 
From his memory
And she's so busy being free 

There's a lady in the city 
And she thinks she loves them all 
There's the one who's thinking of her
There's the one who sometimes calls 
There's the one who writes her letters
With his facts and figures scrawl 
She has brought them to her senses 
They have laughed inside her laughter 
Now she rallies her defenses 
For she fears that one will ask her
For eternity
And she's so busy being free 

There's a man who sends her medals 
He is bleeding from the war
There's a jouster and a jester 
And a man who owns a store
There's a [bad word] and a dreamer 
And you know there may be more 
She will love them when she sees them 
They will lose her if they follow 
And she only means to please them 
And her heart is full and hollow 
Like a cactus tree *
While she's so busy being free