| 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 wander her hills and her valleys, | |
| And 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, | |
| Those men who'd rather have died, | |
| Than to live in the cold chains of bondage, | |
| To bring back their rights were denied, | |
| Oh where are you now when we need you, | |
| What burns where the flame used to be, | |
| Are ye gone like the snows of last winter, | |
| And will only our rivers run free? | |
| How sweet is life but we're crying, | |
| How mellow the wine but it's dry, | |
| How fragrant the rose but it's dying, | |
| How gentle the breeze 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 |
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