Capo 3
1. When ap-ples still grow in No-vem-ber
When Blos-soms still bloom from each tree
When leaves are still green in De-cem-ber
It's then that our land will be free
I wan-der her hills and her val-leys
And still through my sor-row I see
А land that has never known free-dom
And on-ly her ri-vers run free
2. I drink to the death of her man-hood
Those men who would ra-ther have died
Than to live in the cold chains of bon-dage
To bring back their rights once de-nied
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 win-ter?
And Will on-ly our ri-vers run free?
3. How sweet is life but we're cry-ing
How mel-low the wine but it's dry
How fra-grant the rose but it's dy-ing
How gen-tle the wind but it sighs
What good is in youth when it's age-ing?
What joy is in eyes that can't see?
When there's sor-row in sun-shine and flow-ers
And still on-ly our ri-vers run free