Run Free

When apples still grow in November And blossoms still grow from each tree When leaves are still green in December It's then that our lands will be free I travel her hills and her valleys And still trough the sorrows I see A land that has never know freedom And only our rivers run free And only our rivers run free And only our rivers run free I drink to the death of her manhood, Those man who'd rather have died Than to live in cold chains of bondage To bring back their rights were denied Oh where are you now when we need you What burns where the flames used to be Are you gone like the snow from last winter And will only our rivers run free? And will only our rivers run free? And will only our rivers run free? How sweet is life, but we're crying. How mellow is 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 ageing What joy is in the eyes that can't see When there's sorrow in sunshine and flowers And only our rivers run free And only our rivers run free And only our rivers run free And only our rivers run free ...