Only Our Rivers Run Free

When apples do grow in November
When blossoms still bloom on each tree
When leaves are still green in December
It's then that our land will be free

I wander her hills and valleys
And still through my sorrow I see
A land that has never known freedom
Only her rivers run free

I drink to the death of her manhood
Those men who would rather have died
Than to live in the cold chains of bondage
To bring back their rights were denied

Where are you now when we need you?
What burns where the flame used to be?
Are you gone like the snows of last winter?
Will only our rivers run free?

How sweet is life, but we're crying
How mellow the wine, that were dry
How fragrant the rose, but it's dying
How gentle the wind, but it sighs

What good is in youth when it's ageing?
What joy is in eyes that can see?
When there's sorrow in sunshine and flowers
And only our rivers run free.