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!