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Only Our Rivers Run Free

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             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.