C G C When apples still grow in November, F C G when blossoms still bloom on each tree, F C when leaves are still green in December, G Am it's then that our land will be free. F C F Em I wander her hills and valleys and still through my sorrow I see, F C G Am a land that has never known freedom, only her rivers run free. F G C I drink to the death of her manhood, F C G those men who would rather have died F C than to live in the cold chains of bondage G Am to bring back their rights were denied. F C Where are you now, when we need you, F Em what burns where the flame used to be? F C G Am Are you gone like the snows of last winter, will only our rivers run free? F G C F C G How sweet is life but we're crying, how mellow the wine that were dry, F C G Am how fragrant the rose but it’s dying, how gentle the wind, but it sighs. F C F Em What good is youth when it’s ageing, what joy is in eyes that can see? F C when there’s sorrow in sunshine and flowers, G Am and only our rivers run free.