When apples still grow in November When blossoms remains on each tree When leaves are 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, Where only her rivers run free
I drink to the death of her manhood, To those men who'd rather have died 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 snow of last winter? And will only our rivers run free?
How sweet is life but we're crying How mellow the wine yet we're dry How fragrant the rose but it's dying How gentle the wind yet it sighs
What good is in youth when you're ageing ? What joy is in eyes that can see That there is sorrow in sunshine and flowers If only our rivers run free.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
