Christy Moore Only Our Rivers Run Free

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 Wha. ..