When blossoms still bloom on each tree
 When leaves are still green in December
 It?s then that our land will be free
 I?ve wandered her hills and 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
 But where are you now that we need you?
 What burns where the flame used to be?
 Are you gone like the snow of last winter?
 And still only our rivers run free

 How sweet is life, but we?re dying
 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 aging?
 What joys are in eyes that can?t see?
 When there?s sorrow in sunshine and flowers
 And still only our rivers run free