Only Our Rivers Run Free
Yearning for Freedom: Only Our Rivers Run FreeLyrics
When apples still grow in November
Expressing a time of unusual or improbable occurrences, emphasizing the scarcity of apples in November.
And blossoms still bloom from each tree
Highlighting the persistence of life and vitality, symbolized by blossoms on trees even in unexpected seasons.
When leaves are still green in December
Creating a sense of contrast and anomaly by stating that leaves are still green in December, defying typical seasonal changes.
It's then that our land will be free
Conveying the idea that freedom for the land is linked to these improbable occurrences, suggesting a metaphorical or symbolic meaning.
I travelled the hills and the valleys
Narrating personal experiences of traveling through hills and valleys, possibly representing life's challenges.
And still trough the sorrows I see
Expressing enduring sorrow or difficulties witnessed during the journey.
Our land that has never known freedom
Referring to a land that has historically lacked freedom, possibly invoking a political or social context.
And still only our rivers run free
Stating that, despite challenges, only the rivers in their land are flowing freely, possibly symbolizing resilience.
I drink to the death of her manhood
Toasting or honoring the sacrifice of those who chose death over living in oppressive conditions.
Those men who'd rather had died
Acknowledging the courage and sacrifice of individuals who preferred death to a life of bondage.
Than to live in the cold chains of bondage
Reflecting on the denial of a dignified life for those who resisted oppression.
To bring back their lives were denied
Expressing a longing for the return of lives that were taken away due to the fight for freedom.
Oh where are you now when we need you
Poignantly questioning the absence or inactivity of individuals who could make a difference in the current struggle for freedom.
What burns were the flames used to be
Referencing the past vigor or passion that has now diminished, leaving only the memory of flames that once burned brightly.
Are you gone like the snows of last winter
Comparing the disappearance of vital elements, like snow, to the fading hope for freedom.
And still only our rivers run free
Reiterating the theme that, despite challenges, only the rivers in their land continue to flow freely.
And still only our rivers run free
Emphasizing the persistence of the theme that their rivers remain free amid other losses.
How sweet is life but we're crying
Contrasting the sweetness of life with the current emotional distress or suffering.
How mellow the wine but it's dry
Highlighting the contradiction of the wine being mellow, yet the speaker feels emotional dryness or emptiness.
How fragrant the rose but is dying
Symbolizing the inevitable decline or deterioration of beautiful aspects of life, represented by a dying rose.
How gentle the wind but it sighs
Expressing the bittersweet nature of a gentle wind that also carries sighs of sorrow.
What good is it new when it's aging
Questioning the value of something new if it is destined to age and lose its freshness.
What joy is in the eyes that can't see
Pointing to the paradox of joyless eyes that cannot appreciate the beauty around them.
When there's sorrow in sunshine and flower
Observing the coexistence of sorrow even in moments of sunshine and blooming flowers.
And still only our rivers run free
Reiterating the theme that, despite the broader challenges, only their rivers maintain their freedom.
I travelled the hills and the valleys
Recalling the earlier journey through hills and valleys, emphasizing the enduring nature of sorrow.
And still through her sorrows I see
Continuing to witness and reflect on the sorrowful state of a land devoid of freedom.
A land that has never known freedom
Reiterating the historical lack of freedom in the land, underscoring the persistent struggle.
And still only our rivers run free
Emphasizing once again that, despite all, only their rivers continue to flow freely.
And still only our rivers run free
Repeating the notion that, amid various losses, their rivers remain a symbol of resilience and freedom.
And still only our rivers run free
Concluding with a powerful repetition of the idea that, in their current circumstance, only their rivers run free.
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