Only Our Rivers Run Free

When apples still grow in November

When blossoms still bloom from each tree

When leaves are still green in December

It's then that our land will be free

I travel the hills and the valleys

And still through my sorrows I see

A land that has never known freedom

And still only her rivers run free

I drink to the death of her manhood

Those men who'd rather have died

Than to live in the cold chains of bondage

To bring back their rights where denied

Oh, 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?

And still only our rivers run free

And still only our rivers run free

How sweet is the life but we're crying

How mellow the wine but it's dry

How fragrant the rose but it's dying

How gentle the wind but it sighs

What good is in youth when it's aging?

What joy is in eyes that can't see?

When there's sorrow in sunshine and flowers

And still only our rivers run free

I travel the hills and the valleys

And still through my sorrows I see

A land that has never known freedom

And still only her rivers run free

And still only her rivers run free

And still only her rivers run free