A land that has never known freedom…

Mickey MacConnell: Only Our Rivers Run Free


When apples still grow in November
When blossoms still grow from each tree
When leaves are still green in December,
It’s then that our land will be free.
I wander her hills and her valleys
And still through my sorrow I see
A land that has never known freedom
And 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
They’d bring back their rights where denied.
Oh, where are you now when we need you?
What burns where the flame used to be?
Are you gone like the snows of last winter
And will only our rivers 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 youth when it’s ageing?
What joy is in eyes that can’t see?
When sorrow and sadness have flowers
And still only our rivers run free


Mickey MacConnell is an Irish musician and songwriter, born in Bellanaleck near Enniskillen in County Fermanagh. He is the youngest member of a musical family.

Mickey begins writing songs very early in his life. In 1965 he writes ‘Only our Rivers Run Free’ about the constitutional status of Northern Ireland.

Mickey MacConnell – Official Web Site: www.mickeymacconnell.com/Page%205.


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