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