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WheCn apples still grow in NGovember, C
when blossomFs still bloom on each Ctree, G
when leavesF are still green in December, C
it's theGn that our land will be free. Am
I waFnder her hills and valleys and sCtill through my sForrow I see, Em
a laFnd that has never known freedom, only her riCvers run frGee. Am
I drFink to the death oGf her manhood, C
those men whoF would rather have dieCd G
than to live Fin the cold chains of bondage C
to brinGg back their rights were denied. Am
WhereF are you now, when we need you, C
what burns Fwhere the flame used to be? Em
Are you gone liFke the snows of last winter, will only ourC rivers run freGe? Am
How sweet is Flife but Gwe're crying, how melClow the wine thatF were dry, C G
how fragraFnt the rose but it?s dying, how gentlCe the wind, but iGt sighs. Am
What good isF youth when it?s ageing, what joy iCs in eyes that can Fsee? Em
when there?s sorrow in Fsunshine and flowers, C
and only Gour rivers run free. Am
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