It's been a long time since we talked
Call me back when you're free
I left him a voicemail that reads
Dear Grandad
It's been so many months that I haven't called
Seems there's always something more important on my to-do list
All that I'm missing chasing everything I lack, Grandad
Seems I dwell on what I don't have instead of what I do
And it's weird that I wear lipstick and put a kiss on the back of my hand
So I can see what my love looks like when I'm alone
And how are you, Grandad? Do you get lonely too, Grandad?
'Cause right now I could use a call home, I just wanna be free (free)
You see (free)
Like a child, rolling down a hill (rolling down a hill)
In a field of golden and green
Where every burden that weighs on me (ah)
Will fall away like a soft rain
And fall into a stream (stream)
In a field of golden and green (green)
I wanna be rid of the nothingness that waits for me in the living room
Do you still play the piano, Grandad?
Play me something, play me Clair de lune
My goodness me, where did all the time go?
When did I go from being a kid, my mum tucking me into bed
To this grown up, Grandad? (Dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)
Is this as good as it gets?
My other pillow's never touched (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun), it gathers dust and yet
I'll pray to Jesus that this sinking feeling won't succeed (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)
And I'll have a zest for life like when I was eighteen (dun, dun, dun, dun, dun)
You see, you see (free)
I just wanna be free, I just wanna be free (free)
Free of every single care (every single care)
In a field of golden and red
And every burden that weighs on me (ah)
Will fall away like a soft rain
And fall into a stream (stream)
In fields of golden and green (green)
Grandad
Hello, Rachel, it seems to have been a while since we've actually spoken
There's not a day that passes by when I don't think of you
You asked me if I ever get lonely
But you can feel lonely in a crowded room
Spoken like a true poet, Grandad is a songwriter, you see?
We were both born little with big dreams
And he'd tell me stories, how back in his day
He (I) wrote and he (I) wrote till his (my) hands racked with pain
Then he said something to me and brought these tears to my eyes
He said: Who will hear my songs when I die?
And I told him: Grandad, so long as God gives me life
I will practice your song and I will give it my best try
You see (free)
I just wanna be free, yeah (free)
Free of every single care (every single care)
In a field of golden and red
And every burden that weighs on me (ah)
Will fall away like a soft rain
And fall into a stream (stream)
In fields of golden and green (green)
In fields of golden and
Free
I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to cry no more), (no more, no more, no more, no more)
I just wanna be joyful (I just want to be joyful)
I don't wanna feel sad no more (I don't want to feel sad no more)
I just wanna be free (for music is medicine, she cried from her soul)
I don't wanna be crying (I don't want to be crying)
(As she set sail with her team, for a tour of the world)
I don't wanna be sad no more (no more, no more, no more, no more)
I just wanna feel glory, Lord (and never forget, my love), I just want to feel glory, Lord
You'll always be Grandad's little girl
