Misc Irish - Only Our Rivers Run Free
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Band name | Misc Irish |
Song name | Only Our Rivers Run Free |
Tab type | Chords |
Added | 06/01/2008 |
Size | 2.32 kb |
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# Received: from animal-farm.nevada by redrock.nevada (5.65c/M1.4) with SMTP id ; Fri, 25 Jun 1993 12:03:17 -0700 Received: from sulu.orl.mmc by animal-farm.nevada id ; Fri, 25 Jun 1993 12:03:10 -0700 Message-Id: Received: by sulu.orl.mmc (1.37.109.4/16.2) id AA14054; Fri, 25 Jun 93 15:02:20 -0400 From: Wes Jester Subject: ?IRISH//Only_our_Rivers_Run_Free.crd To: jamesbanimal-farm.nevada (jamesbnevada) Date: Fri, 25 Jun 93 15:02:19 EDT Mailer: Elm [revision: 70.85] Only Our Rivers CAPO none G D G When apples still grow in November C G D When blossoms still bloom from each tree C G When leaves are still green in December D Bm Em It's then that our land will be free C G I wander her hills and her valleys C D And still through my sorrow I see C G A land that has never know freedom D Bm Em 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