Since those we love and those we hate,
With all things mean and all things great,
Pass in a desperate disarray
_Over the hills and far away_:
It must be, Dear, that, late or soon,
Out of the ken of the watching moon,
We shall abscond with Yesterday
_Over the hills and far away_.
What does it matter? As I deem,
We shall but follow as brave a dream
As ever smiled a wanton May
_Over the hills and far away_.
We shall remember, and, in pride,
Fare forth, fulfilled and satisfied,
Into the land of Ever-and-Aye,
_Over the hills and far away_.