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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 battle fought and of victories won. Of wrongs o'erthrown and of great things done&mdash; Of the valor that he shall prove some day. Over the hills and far away&mdash; 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&mdash;

On to the certain joys that lie Yonder where blazeth the noon of day. Over the hills and far away&mdash; 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&mdash; The old-time honesty and truth, The truthfulness and the friends of youth. Home and mother&mdash;where are they? Over the hills and far away&mdash; Over the years, and far away!