Well, the first thing I remember is the last thing that I saw, Morning hit the barrel of a rifle going off. Then the daylight wrapped around me, Then I heard the sergeant scream, Then all my reservations fell gently at my feet. Now my heart is free. My heart is free, and all the things that hold a man no longer carry me. I was sure there was a reason to take that side and fight, But when I saw the trembling hands that put that shot in flight, Well I saw the hands of Jesus, saw the shores at Normandy, Saw a hundred thousand weary lost and homesick boys like me. Now my heart is free. My heart is free, and all the things that hold a man no longer carry me. Now they don’t remember my name or the girl that I made proud, And whatever drew me from her arms is nothing to me now. Now my heart is free. My heart is free, and all the things that hold a man no longer carry me. My heart is free. My heart is free, and all the things that hold a man no longer carry me.