The Triplett Tragedy
were apples still grow in november
where blossoms still bloom from each tree
where leaves are still green in november
its then that our land will be free
i wander her hills and her valleys
and still through my sorrows 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 rather have died
than to live in the cold chains of bondage
to bring back there rights were denied
oh were are u now when we need u
what burns were the flame used to be
are u gone like the snow of last winter
and