Oh black bird, oh black bird

How does does it feel to be free?

How does it feel to build homes wherever it is you please?

From the lowest of hills, to the tallest tree

Oh black bird, how does it feel to be free?

As I sit and watch you roam the skies,

I wonder, do you ever fear for your life

Oh black bird, do you fear at all?

If only you knew how it felt to make that 911 call,

Not knowing if you should expect death or “liberty and justice for all”

How does it feel black bird?

Oh black bird, oh black bird!

Some days I wish I can roam the skies with you

Leave all the cares behind, spread my wings and fly with you

Oh black bird, oh black bird, how does it feel to be free?