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.