Only our rivers run free
(Trad./Arr.Kelfam)

When apples still grow in November
And blossoms still grow from each tree.
When leaves are still green in December,
It뭩 then that our lands will be free.

I travel her hills and her valleys
And still trough the sorrows I see.
A land that has never know freedom
And only our rivers run free.

And only our rivers run free.