ONLY OUR RIVERS RUN FREE
(Mickey MacConnell)

When apples still grow in November,
When blossoms still grow from each tree,
When leaves are still green in December,
It's then that our land will be free.
I wander the hills and valleys,
And still through my sorrow I see,
A land that has never known freedom,
And only her rivers run free.

Recording by Christy Moore.