When apples still 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
Yet still through my sorrow I see
A land that has never known freedom
And only her rivers run free
I drink to the death of her manhood
To those brave men who'd rather have died
Than to live in the cold chains of bondage
And bring back their rights that were denied
Oh, but where are you now when we need you
And what burns where the flame used to be
Are ye gone like the snows of last winter
And will only our rivers run free
And how sweet is life, but we're cryin'
And how mellow the wine but it's dry
And how fragrant the rose but it's dyin'
How gentle is the breeze but it sighs
What good is in youth when it's aging
What joy is in eyes that can't see
Oh, when there's sorrow in sunshine and flowers
Will only our rivers run free
Yes, will only our rivers run free
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
Yet still through my sorrow I see
A land that has never known freedom
And only her rivers run free
I drink to the death of her manhood
To those brave men who'd rather have died
Than to live in the cold chains of bondage
And bring back their rights that were denied
Oh, but where are you now when we need you
And what burns where the flame used to be
Are ye gone like the snows of last winter
And will only our rivers run free
And how sweet is life, but we're cryin'
And how mellow the wine but it's dry
And how fragrant the rose but it's dyin'
How gentle is the breeze but it sighs
What good is in youth when it's aging
What joy is in eyes that can't see
Oh, when there's sorrow in sunshine and flowers
Will only our rivers run free
Yes, will only our rivers run free