G D G When apples still grow in November C G D When blossoms still bloom from each tree C G When leaves are still green in December D Bm Em Itʼs then that our land will be free C G I wander her hills and her valleys C D And still through my sorrow I see C G A land that has never know freedom D Bm Em And only her rivers run free I drink to the death of her manhood Those men whoʼd rather have died Than to live in the cold chains of bondage To bring back thier rights were denied Oh where are you now that we need you What burns where the flame used to be Are ye gone like the snows of last winter And will only our ivers run free How sweet is life but weʼre crying How mellow the wine but weʼre dry How fragrant the rose but itʼs dying How gentle the wind but it sighs What good is in youth when itʼs aging What joy is in eyes that canʼt see When thereʼs sorrow in sunshine and laughter And still only our rivers run free
