Only Our Rivers Run Free - Paddy Reilly
Written by：Macconnell
When apples still grow in November
Where 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 still only our rivers run free
I will drink to the death of her manhood
To those man who'd 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
How sweet is life but we're crying
How mellow the wine but it dry
How fragrant the rose but it's dying
How gentle the wins but it sighs
What good is in youth when it's aging
What joy is in eyes that can't see
When theres sorrow in sunshine and flowers
And still only our rivers run free