Only Our Rivers Run Free
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
Well drink to the death of her manhood
Those man whod 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 were 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 its aging
What joy in the eyes that cant 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
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