Only Our Rivers Run Free

When apples still grow in November
 And blossoms still bloom on each tree
 When leaves, they're 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 still only her rivers run free
 I drink to the death of her manhood
 To those men who would rather they die
 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 you 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 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 joy is in eyes that can see?
 Well, there's sorrow in sunshine and flowers
 And still only our rivers run free