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I heard this on the radio on Friday, several times, as part of a repeated segment on Chicago public radio on the 25th anniversary of the great feminist bookstore Women and Children First, which some of you may know.

Each time I heard it, it made me cry -- probably because of childhood memories, but also because its optimism seems so far away now. But just think: somehow, people found it in them to sing this in the darkest days of the Vietnam War, in the year Richard Nixon won a second term with 61% of the popular vote:


Free to be you and me

There's a land that I see where the children are free
And I say it ain't far to this land from where we are
Take my hand, come with me, where the children are free
Come with me, take my hand, and we'll live

In a land where the river runs free
In a land through the green country
In a land to a shining sea
And you and me are free to be you and me

I see a land bright and clear, and the time's comin' near
When we'll live in this land, you and me, hand in hand
Take my hand, come along, lend your voice to my song
Come along, take my hand, sing a song

For a land where the river runs free
For a land through the green country
For a land to a shining sea
For a land where the horses run free
And you and me are free to be you and me

Every boy in this land grows to be his own man
In this land, every girl grows to be her own woman
Take my hand, come with me where the children are free
Come with me, take my hand, and we'll run

To a land where the river runs free
To a land through the green country
To a land to a shining sea
To a land where the horses run free
To a land where the children are free
And you and me are free to be
And you and me are free to be
And you and me are free to be you and me