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!
Over The Hills And Far Away
Eugene Field
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Poem topics: home, honesty, journey, mother, power, sun, time, tree, truth, soul, great, play, apple, morning, high, prove, youth, love, I love you, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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Sam Faulkner : Very moving, a depiction of life through the eyes of the young and old. Captured in a beautiful hopeful expression of life.
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