Sittin' High On A Hillside Takin' In All The Growth
Time To Throw Away My Problems
Cause I Made 'em Up Myself
So I Took All Those Worries, Put 'em Up On A Shelf
And Headed On Down To The Sea Shore

Clouds Slowly Passin' As I Walked On The Sand
I Picked Up A Seashell And I Made Up My Plan
I Could Feel The Spirit Of Life In My Hand
As I Reached My Destiny

Whoa Ho Ho Ho Oh Oh Oh Whoa
I Feel Free
Whoa Ho Ho Ho Oh Oh Oh Whoa
Where I Can Have My Own Space

I Walked On The Beach In The Early Morn
I Ran On The Sand Till I Could Breathe No More
I Stood On A Rock Looking Out At The Sea
And Believed What I Said When I Said
I Feel Free

Whoa Ho Ho Ho Oh Oh Oh Whoa
I Feel Free
Whoa Ho Ho Ho Oh Oh Oh Whoa
Where I Can Have My Own Space