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!