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Sometimes I Feel Like A Motherless Child


Sometimes I wish I could fly ...


Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Long way from my home

Sometimes I wish I could fly
Like a bird up in the sky
Oh, sometimes I wish I could fly
Like a bird up in the sky
Sometimes I wish I could fly
Like a bird up in the sky
A little closer to home

Motherless children have such a hard time
Motherless children have such a hard time
Motherless children have such a really hard time
A long way from home

Sometimes I feel like freedom is near
Sometimes I feel like freedom is near
Sometimes I feel like freedom is so near
But we're so far from home

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Baby sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless
Long way from home

Sometimes I feel like it's close at hand
Sometimes I feel that the Kingdom is at hand
Sometimes I feel like the Kingdom is now
But we're so far from home




A little closer to my home ...

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