Only Our Rivers Run Free [MacConnell 1965]
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When apples still grow in November
When blossoms still bloom on each tree
When leaves are still. Green. On December
It's then that our land will be free
I wander her hills and her valleysand still through. My sorrow I see
A land that has never known freedom
And only
Our Rivers run free.
I drink to the death of her manhood
Those men who have rather have died
Than to live in the cold chains of bondage
To Bring back their rights were denied
O where are you now when we need you
What burns where the flame used to be
Have you gone like the last snows of winter
And still only are rivers run free
How sweet is the life but we're crying
How mellow the wine that were dry
How fragrant the rose but it's dying
How gentle the wind but it's sigh
What good is in youth When it's aging
What joy is in eyes that can't see
Where's there's sorrow in sunshine and flowers
And still only are Rivers run free