ODE TO FREEDOM	rev. A
Text & Musik: Benny Andersson & Björn Ulveaus

Sopran:

Oh, oh, oh, oh       

If I ever write my Ode to Freedom
it will be in prose that chimes with me
It would be a simple Ode to freedom
not pretentious, but with dignity
I would like to think that freedom is
more than just a word
in grand and lofty language
Odes to Freedom often go unheard

Aaah, aaah, ...

If I ever wrote my Ode to Freedom
being priviledged and spoilt for choice
Then I fear that you would be suspicious
of the cause to which I'd lend my voice
It's elusive and it's hard to hold
it's a fleeting thing
That's why there is no Ode to Freedom
truly worth remembering

I wish someone would write
an Ode to Freedom that we all could sing
that all could sing, that we all could sing.

Alt:

Oh, oh, oh, oh       

If I ever write my Ode to Freedom
it will be in prose that chimes with me
It would be a simple Ode to freedom
not pretentious, but with dignity
I would like to think that free-dom is
more than just a word
in grand and lofty language
Odes to Freedom often go unheard

Aaah, aaah, ...

If I ever wrote my Ode to Freedom
being priviledged and spoilt for choice
Then I fear that you would be suspicious
of the cause to which I'd lend my voice
It's elusive and it's hard to hold
it's a fleeting thing
That's why there is no Ode to Freedom
truly worth remembering

I wish someone would write
an Ode to Freedom that we all could sing
that all could sing, that we all could sing.
	
Bas:

Doo do, doo do, doo do, doo do       

If I ever Ode Freedom
it will be that chimes with me
It would simple Ode to freedom
Not but with dignity
I would think that freedom is
more than word
in grand and lofty 
Odes to Freedom go unheard

Aaah, aaah, ...

If I ever wrote my Ode to Freedom
being priviledged and spoilt for choice
Then I fear that you would be suspicious
of the cause to which I'd lend my voice
It's elusive hard to hold
it's a fleeting thing
That's why there is no Freedom
worth remembering

I wish someone would write
Freedom we could sing
that all could sing, that we all could sing.

Tenor:

Oh, oh, oh, oh       

If I ever write my Ode to Freedom
it will be in prose that chimes with me
It would be a simple Ode to freedom
not pretentious, but with dignity
I would think that freedom is
more than word
in grand and lofty language
Odes to Freedom often go unheard

Aaah, aaah, ...

If I ever wrote my Ode to Freedom
being priviledged and spoilt for choice
Then I fear that you would be suspicious
of the cause to which I'd lend my voice
It's elusive and it's hard to hold
fleeting thing
That's why there is no Ode to Freedom
truly worth remembering

I wish someone would write
an Ode to Freedom that we all could sing
that all could sing, that we all could sing.