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!