[Verse 1]
Down by the lake, it's all Queen Anne's Lace
Up in the hills, it's Wineberry
I stopped at a farmstand along my way
Picked up a pint of wild cherries
[Chorus]
Older and free
To do as I please
Beholden to no one else
For the first time in weeks
[Verse 2]
Follow Lenape Trail blue-orange blaze
Across the foothill to the stream
Air in my lungs and a burn in my legs
And my mind blowing wild like a sheet
[Chorus]
Older and free
To do as I please
Beholden to no one else
For the first time in weeks
[Bridge]
Oh, the sound
Thе wind as it rushes through the trees
It's poetry
Oh, thе sound
The leaves as they blow out of the trees
It's poetry
[Outro]
Old and free
Beholden to no one but me
For the first time in weeks
Old and free
Beholden to no one but me
For the first time