作曲 : Michael MacConnell
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 lands will be free
I wander her hills and her valleys
And still through my sorrows i see
A land that has never known freedom
And only our rivers run free
We drink to the death of her manhood
Those men who rather have died
than to live in the cold chains of bondage
To bring back there rights were denied
Oh where are you now when we need you
What burns were the flame used to be
Are you gone like the snows of last winter
And only our rivers run free
How sweet is the life but we're crying
How mellow the wine but its dry
How fragrant the rose but its dying
How gentle the breeze but it sighs
What good is in youth when its aging
What joy is in eyes that cant see
When theres sorrow in sunshine and flowers
And only our rivers run free
Oh where are you now when we need you
What burns were the flame used to be
Are you gone like the snows of last winter
And only our rivers run free
Only our rivers run free