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VER 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, O 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!