Lyrics
when apples still grow in november
when there s sorrow in sunshine and flowers
And only her rivers run free, what burns where the flame used to be are ye gone like the snows of last winter, and still through my sorrow i see
How gentle the breeze but it sighs, to bring back their rights were denied
How gentle the breeze but it sighs, i drink to the death of her manhood
how sweet is life but we re crying
and still through my sorrow i see
It s then that our land will be free, i drink to the death of her manhood
How sweet is life but we re crying, what good is in youth when it s aging
i drink to the death of her manhood
and only her rivers run free
when apples still grow in november
oh where are you now when we need you
Than to live in the cold chains of bondage, when apples still grow in november, those men who d rather have died
than to live in the cold chains of bondage
To bring back their rights were denied, to bring back their rights were denied
When blossoms still bloom from each tree, what good is in youth when it s aging Run, i drink to the death of her manhood
It s then that our land will be free, when there s sorrow in sunshine and flowers
I wander her hills and her valleys, and only her rivers run free
How gentle the breeze but it sighs, it s then that our land will be free
And will only our rivers run free, what burns where the flame used to be are ye gone like the snows of last winter
and still through my sorrow i see
How mellow the wine but it s dry, what joy is in eyes that can t see Only, how fragrant the rose but it s dying
When blossoms still bloom from each tree, i wander her hills and her valleys
How mellow the wine but it s dry, i drink to the death of her manhood
A land that has never known freedom, what good is in youth when it s aging
I drink to the death of her manhood, and only her rivers run free, how sweet is life but we re crying
When apples still grow in november, than to live in the cold chains of bondage
when blossoms still bloom from each tree
When there s sorrow in sunshine and flowers, when blossoms still bloom from each tree
when apples still grow in november
how fragrant the rose but it s dying
Those men who d rather have died, when leaves are still green in december, oh where are you now when we need you
what joy is in eyes that can t see
Oh where are you now when we need you, oh where are you now when we need you Moore, when blossoms still bloom from each tree
How mellow the wine but it s dry, i wander her hills and her valleys
I wander her hills and her valleys, when blossoms still bloom from each tree, how gentle the breeze but it sighs
how sweet is life but we re crying
and still only our rivers run free
I wander her hills and her valleys, and only her rivers run free, how gentle the breeze but it sighs
and will only our rivers run free
it s then that our land will be free
How fragrant the rose but it s dying, how mellow the wine but it s dry, when there s sorrow in sunshine and flowers
