If [bad word] free, then why not we 
Across the swooping plain ?
My ears hear a symphony 
Of two mules, trains and rain
The best is always yet [bad word] 
That's what they explain to me
Just do your thing, you'll be king 
If [bad word] free.

If [bad word] free, why not me
Across the swamp of time ?
My mind weaves a symphony 
And tapestry of rhyme
Oh, winds [bad word] my tale to thee 
So it may flow and be
To each his own, it's all unknown 
If [bad word] free.

If [bad word] free, then what must be 
Must be and that is all
 [bad word] love can make a blade of grass
Stand up straight and tall 
In harmony with the cosmic sea 
 [bad word] love needs [bad word] 
It can cure the soul, it can make it whole
If [bad word] free.