here are the lyrics I remember when I learned "Freedom Doesn't Come on the Edge of a Wing" at age 12, back in 1968: (since it's a folk song, there may be many similar versions; I have been unable to identify the author)

(I sang it onto YouTube so yu can hear the tune:
https://youtu.be/wPVFWJuZqvY

PASS IT ON
(Millard Lampell)

"CHORUS: Freedom doesn't come on the edge of a wing,
Freedom doesn't come like a new-born thing,
You gotta fight for it, write for it, day and night for it, and each generation's gotta pass it on.

1. An old wandering man sat by the roadside,
His face not concealing his feelings inside,
'Come listen,' he shouted 'to what I've to say:
If you don't fight for freedom, you'll loosest some day...' (Chorus)

2. The old wanderer rested before telling more
Of the screaming and scheming old residents wore,
Where bewildered. your men, to defend freedom's name,
As unwittingly tools in an older mans' game. (Chorus)

3. 'Tell us, old man just where you have been,
All the rages and ages and what you have seen'
'I've seen a man beaten an robbed of his pride,
And a part of my soul was lost when he died...' (Chorus) "