Only Our Rivers Run Free

When apples still grow in November

And blossoms still grow from each tree.

When leaves are still green in December,

It's then that our lands will be free.

I travelled her hills and her valleys

And still trough the sorrows I see

A land that has never know freedom.

And only our rivers run free.

And only our rivers run free.

I drink to the death of her manhood

Those men who'd rather had died.

Than to live in the cold chains of bondage

To bring back their lives were denied.

Oh where are you now when we need you

What burns were the flames used to be

Are you gone like the snows of last winter.

And will only our rivers run free.

And will only our rivers run free.

How sweet is life but we're crying

How mellow the wine but is dry

How fregrant the rose but is dying

How gentle the breeze but is sigh.

What good is it new when it's aging

What joy in the eyes that can't see

When there's sorrow in sunshine and flower

And still only our rivers run free

And still only our rivers run free.

I travelled her hills and her valleys

And still through her sorrows I see

A land that has never known freedom.

And only our rivers run free.

And only our rivers run free.