When apples still grow in November   When Blossoms still bloom from each tree   When leaves are still green in December   It's then that our land will be free   I wander her hills and her 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   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?      How sweet is 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 aging   What joy is in eyes that can't see   When there's sorrow in sunshine and flowers   And still only our rivers run free