Only Our Rivers Run Free
Only Our Rivers Run Free | |
| When apples still grow in November When blossoms still bloom on each tree When leaves are still green in December It's then that our land will be free I've wandered the hills and valleys And still through my sorrow I see A land that has never known freedom And only her rivers run free. | 2. 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 But where are you now that we need you? What burns where the flame used to be? Are you gone like the snow of last winter? And still only our rivers run free. |
| 3. How sweet is life, but we're dying How mellow the wine, but we're 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 joys are in eyes that can't see? When there's sorrow in sunshine and flowers And still only our rivers run free. |