When[C] apples stil[G]l grow in Novem[C]ber,when[F] blossoms still[C] bloom on each[G] tree,
When[F] leaves are still green in[C] december,it's[G] then that our land will be[Am] free,
I[F] wandered her hills and her[C] valleys,and[F] still through my sorrow I[G] see,
A[F] land that has never known[C] freedom,and[G] only our rivers run[Am] free,
I drink to the death of her manhood,thoes men who would rather have died,
Than to live in the cold chains of bondage,to bring back thier rights were denied,
Oh where are you now that we need you,what burns where the flame uset to be,
Are you gone like the snows of last winter,andwill only our rivers run free.
How sweet is a life but were 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 ageing,what joy is in eyes that cant see,
When theres sorrow in sunshine and flowers,and still only our rivers run free.