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 land will be free
I travelled her hills and her valleys and still through the sorrows I see
A land that has never known freedom and only our rivers run free
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 boundage to bring back their rights were denied
Oh were 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, and only our rivers run free
How sweet is life but we're crying, how mellow the wine but it's dry
How fregant the rose but is dying, how gentle is breeze but is sigh
What good is it new when it's aging, what joy is in the eyes that can see
When there's sorrow in sunshine and flowers and only our rivers run free
And only our rivers run free, and only our rivers run free, and only our rivers run free
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