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.