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!