Mm-hm-mm
I hope that someday
Money grows from your trees
And all your heartache
Packs up its bags and leaves
I hope all your troubles
Blow away in the breeze
And all of your struggles
They work out eventually
And you feel free
Free
I hope that your father (father)
Found his peace, let it be
And that your mother (mother)
Finished work before ninety-three
I hope all their struggles
Washed away in the sea
And all of their troubles
They got out eventually
And now they're free
Free, yeah, yeah
Free
