Over The Hills And Far Away

Over the hills and far away, A little boy steals from his morning play, And under the blossoming apple-tree He lies and he dreams of the things to be: Of battles fought and of victories won, Of wrongs o’erthrown and of great deeds done-- Of the valor that he shall prove some day, Over the hills and far away-- Over the hills and far away!

Over the hills and far away It’s, oh, for the toil the livelong day! But it mattereth not to the soul aflame With a love for riches and power and fame! On, O man! while the sun is high-- On to the certain joys that lie Yonder where blazeth the noon of day, Over the hills and far away-- Over the hills and far away!

Over the hills and far away, An old man lingers at close of day; Now that his journey is almost done, His battles fought and his victories won-- The old-time honesty and truth, The trustfulness and the friends of youth, Home and mother--where are they? Over the hills and far away-- Over the years and far away!

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