Tom: C
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.