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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, 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!
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!