I feel the wind blowing through my doorway , It ' s telling me that the summer ' s gone , And the winter waits in shadow , waiting with the storm ; I am old and my bones are weary , And my son he is all I have , But he has gone to fight for freedom , Leaving with my heart ; All my life I have loved this land , worked it with my hands , But can this freedom send the rain , when seed is in the ground , Can this freedom heal the pain and bring my boy back to me again ? Oh oh ohI watched them sail from the rocks below me , ' t was like the sea in its endless rage , Many fall on the road to freedom , Dying on the stones ; All my life I have loved this land , worked it with my hands , But can your freedom send the rain , when seed is in the ground , Can your freedom heal the pain and bring my boy back to me again ? Oh oh ohLate last night , as the world was sleeping , I dreamed my boy , he was calling out , ' cause he was lost in some dark forest , And snow was falling down , falling on the ground , Oh oh oh