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 travelled 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. I drink to the d**h of her manhood Those men who'd rather had died. Than to live in the cold chains of bondage To bring back their lives were denied. Oh where are you now when we need you What burns were the flames used to be Are you gone like the snows of last winter. And will only our rivers run free. And will only our rivers run free. How sweet is life but we're crying How mellow the wine but is dry How fregrant the rose but is dying How gentle the breeze but is sigh. What good is it new when it's aging What joy in the eyes that can't see When there's sorrow in sunshine and flower And still only our rivers run free And still only our rivers run free. I travelled her hills and her valleys And still through her sorrows I see A land that has never known freedom. And only our rivers run free. And only our rivers run free.