Karaoké Only Our Rivers Run Free Christy Moore

When apples still grow in November

When blossom 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 valleys

And still through my sorrow I see a land that has never known freedom

Only her rivers run free

I drink to the death of her manhood

Those men who would rather have died than to live in the cold chains of bondage

To bring back their rights were denied

Where are you now when we need you

What burns where the flame used to be

Are you gone like the snows of last winter

Will only our rivers run free

How sweet is life but we're crying

How mellow the wine but we're dry

How fragrant the rose but it's dying

How gentle the wind 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 only our rivers run free