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Only Our Rivers Run Free

Traditional Irish
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D-DU-UDU
  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 know 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 thier rights were denied
  Oh where are you now that we need you
  What burns where the flame used to be
  Are ye gone like the snows of last winter
  And will only our ivers run free
  How sweet is life but we're 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 aging
  What joy is in eyes that can't see
  When there's sorrow in sunshine and laughter
  And still only our rivers run free

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Readable chord sheet for Only Our Rivers Run Free by Traditional Irish

[G]When apples still [D]grow in Novem[G]ber
          When [C]blossoms still [G]bloom from each [D]tree
          When [C]leaves are still green in De[G]cember
          It's [D]then that our [Bm]land will be [Em]free
          I [C]wander her hills and her [G]valleys
          And [C]still through my sorrow I [D]see
          A [C]land that has never know [G]freedom
          And [D]only her [Bm]rivers run [Em]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 thier rights were denied
          Oh where are you now that we need you
          What burns where the flame used to be
          Are ye gone like the snows of last winter
          And will only our ivers run free

          How sweet is life but we're 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 aging
          What joy is in eyes that can't see
          When there's sorrow in sunshine and laughter
          And still only our rivers run free

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