At Prague's big square called Wenceslas
in a feast of freedom
the people gathered roundabout
to end their socialist grieving.
Brightly shone their bold intent
to form a new collusion.
Hither came brave Havel, sent
to guide their revolution.
Gather, people, stand today,
if freedom be your calling!
Yonder Soviets, who are they?
We're done with their cruel mauling.
Sure, they've been in charge out here,
acting like they own us.
But now it's time to cast out fear
and strive for freedom's onus.
Bring us liberty to speak what's true,
and tell it like it is--
There's more in this life for us to do
than perish in their communism.
From high and low they did assemble;
So bold, in unity were they staying.
In Solidarity they did resemble
their Polish brethren who were praying.
People! Oh, the day is bright'ning
and a mighty wind of freedom blows,
Behold! Despite their Soviet tightening,
the depravity of their gulag shows.
Collapse of their system is now imminent.
We here resolve to accept our fate
while we apply a democratic liniment,
to this demising socialist State.
From Soviet rubble these Czechs have trodden
in the wake of tyranny's destined fall,
Czech and Slovak Republics plodding
to rise from detritus of fallen Soviet wall.
Now proletariat, artist and bourgeois too
can think and work and overcome their loss,
because the wind of liberty blew through
Prague's great square called Wenceslas.
King of Soul