When apples still grow in November When blossoms still bloom on each tree When leaves are still green in December It's then that our land will be free
I wander your hills and your valleys But still through my sorrow I see A land that has never known freedom, And only her rivers run free
I drink to the death of her manhood, Those men who'd rather have died Than to live in the cold chains of bondage To bring back their rights once denied
Oh, where are you now when we need you, What burns where the flame used to be? Are ye gone like the snows of last winter And will only our rivers run free?
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How sweet is a life but we're crying How mellow the wine but it's dry How fragrant the rose but it's dying How gentle the breeze but it sighs
What good is in youth when it's ageing What joy is in eyes that can see When there's sorrow in sunshine and flowers And still only our rivers run freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
