Traditional Irish - Only our rivers run free

When ^Capples still ^Ggrow in No^Cvember ^C When ^Fblossoms still ^Cbloom from each ^Gtree ^G When ^Fleaves are still ^Fgreen in De^Ccember ^Am It's ^Gthen that our ^Gland will be ^Amfree ^Am I ^Fwander her ^Fhills and her ^Cvalleys ^Am And ^Fstill, through my ^Fsorrow, I ^Emsee ^Em A ^Fland that has ^Fnever know ^Cfreedom ^Am And ^Gonly her ^Grivers run ^Amfree ^Am

I ^Cdrink to the ^Gdeath of her ^Cmanhood ^C Those ^Fmen, who'd ^Crather have ^Gdied ^G Than to ^Flive in the ^Fcold chains of ^Cbondage ^Am To ^Gbring back their ^Grights, were ^Amdenied ^Am Oh ^Fwhere are you ^Fnow when we ^Cneed you ^Am What ^Fburns where the ^Fflame used to ^Embe ^Em Are you ^Fgone, like the ^Fsnows of last ^Cwinter ^Am And will ^Gonly our ^Grivers run ^Amfree ^Am

How ^Csweet is ^Glife, but we're ^Ccrying ^C How ^Fmellow the ^Cwine, but we're ^Gdry ^G How ^Ffragrant the ^Frose, but it's ^Cdying ^Am How ^Ggentle the ^Gwind, but it ^Amsighs ^Am What ^Fgood is in ^Fyouth when it's ^Cageing ^Am What ^Fjoy is in ^Feyes that can't ^Emsee ^Em When there's ^Fsorrow in ^Fsunshine and ^Cflowers ^Am And still ^Gonly our ^Grivers run ^Amfree ^Am