Via, ci metto anche questa. Aggiungete anche voi qualcosa?
ONLY OUR RIVERS RUN FREE
Michael MacConnell
When apples still grow in November
When blossom remains 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 her valleys
And still to my sorrow I see
A land that has never known freedom
Where only her rivers run free.
I drink to the death of her manhood
Those men who would rather have died
Than to live in the cold chains of bondage
To bring back their rights we're denied
Oh, where are you now when we need you
What burns where the flame used to be
Are you gone like the snow of last winter
And will only our rivers run free.
How sweet is life but we're crying
How mellow the wine yet we're dry
How fragrant the rose but it's dying
How gentle the wind yet it sighs
What good is in youth when you're aging
What joy is in eyes that can see
That there is sorrow in sunshine and flowers
If only our rivers run free.
- all songs are living ghosts and long for a living voice - B.K.