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!
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Comments3Really enjoyed reading this piece! It spoke to me on a deep level. Made me think of my own dreams, ambitions, and the passage of time. Bit of a nostalgic feeling. These are the kind of poems we need in schools, not the boring ones.
WOW, THIS EUGENE FIELD GUY SURE CAN WRITE! 😮 DOES ANYONE KNOW WHAT HE WAS TRYING TO SAY WITH THE "OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY" BIT? REALLY MADE ME THINK ABOUT MY OWN LIFE JOUNREY. GREAT STUFF!! 👏👏👏
I really loved the part about "his journey almost done, his battles fought and victories won..." such powerful imagery! Makes you stop and reflect on life... 🤔✍️