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´ve wandered her hills and valleys

And 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 were denied

But where are you now that we need you?

What burns where the flame used to be?

Are you gone like the snow of last winter?

And still only our rivers run free



How sweet is life, but we´re dying

How mellow the wine, but we´re dry

How fragrant the rose, but it´s dying

How gentle the wind but it sighs

What good is in youth when it´s aging?

What joys are in eyes that can´t see?

When there´s sorrow in sunshine and flowers

And still only our rivers run free