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, 0 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!