There's a man who's been out sailing
In a decade full of dreams

And he takes her to a schooner
And he treats her like a queen
Bearing beads from California

With their amber stones and green
He has called her from the harbor
He has kissed her with his freedom

He has heard her off to starboard
In the breaking and the breathing
Of the water weeds

While she was busy being free

There's a man who's climbed a mountain

And he's calling out her name
And he hopes her heart can hear three thousand miles
He calls again

He can think her there beside him
He can miss her just the same
He has missed her in the forest

While he showed her all the flowers
And the branches sang the chorus
As he climbed the scaley towers

Of a forest tree
While she was somewhere being free


There's a man who's sent a letter
And he's waiting for reply
He has asked her of her travels

Since the day they said goodbye
He writes, "Wish you were beside me
We can make it if we try"

He has seen her at the office
With her name on all his papers
Through the sharing of the profits

He will find it hard to shake her
From his memory
And she's so busy being free


There's a lady in the city
And she thinks she loves them all

There's the one who's thinking of her
There's the one who sometimes calls
There's the one who writes her letters

With his facts and figures scrawl
She has brought them to her senses
They have laughed inside her laughter

Now she rallies her defenses
For she fears that one will ask her
For eternity

And she's so busy being free

There's a man who sends her medals

He is bleeding from the war
There's a jouster and a jester and a man who owns a store
There's a drummer and a dreamer

And you know there may be more
She will love them when she sees them
They will lose her if they follow

And she only means to please them
And her heart is full and hollow
Like a cactus tree

While she's so busy being free
Like a cactus tree
Being free