Well, the first thing I remember is the last thing that I saw,

Morning hit the barrel of a rifle going off.

Then the daylight wrapped around me,

Then I heard the sergeant scream,

Then all my reservations fell gently at my feet.


Now my heart is free.

My heart is free, and all the things that hold a man no longer carry me.


I was sure there was a reason to take that side and fight,

But when I saw the trembling hands that put that shot in flight,

I saw the hands of Jesus, saw the shores at Normandy,

Saw a hundred thousand weary lost and homesick boys like me.


Now my heart is free.

My heart is free, and all the things that hold a man no longer carry me.


The courage asked of my heart has traveled far beyond those lines.

Seems it's always for a few men that so many of us die.

You don't remember my name or the girl that I made proud,

And whatever drew me from her arms is nothing to me now.


Now my heart is free.

My heart is free, and all the things that hold a man no longer carry me.