When apples still grow in November And blossoms still grow from each tree When leaves are Still green in December Its then that our land will be free
I traveled her hills and her valleys And still through her sorrow I see A land that has never known freedom
And only our rivers run free And only our rivers run free
We'll drink to the death of her manhood Those man 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 where The flames used to be Are you gone Like the snows of last winter
And only our rivers run free And only our rivers run free
How sweet is life but we're crying How mellow the wine but is dry How fragrant 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 the sorrow In sunshine and flower
And still only our rivers run free
I traveled her hills and her valleys And still through her sorrow I see A land that has never known freedom
And only our rivers run free And only our rivers run free Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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