Over the Hills and Far Away

Once I was a maiden fair,
Now a widow's weeds I wear,
My true Love cleaves the billow's spray,
Over the hills and far away!
Chorus.

This were the choice of the world for me,
To sail with him the shining sea,
With him to be, at the dawn of day,
Over the hills and far away.

O, to hear my true Love come,
With pealing of bell and roll of drum,
While trumpets sound the gathering gay
Over the hills and far away!
Chorus.

O, to see my true Love bold,

And on his brow the crown of gold!

His country's joy, his foe's dismay,
Over the hills and far away!"
Chorus.

Love of my heart, my prince, my king!
Sweeter than song the wild birds sing,
Brighter to me than star of day,
Over the hills and far away!

Chorus.

I'll stand yon mountain peak above,
And sing the praise of my own true Love,
Till heaven itself shall help the fray,
For the sake of him who is far away.

Chorus.

This were the choice of the world for me,
To sail with him the shining sea, '
With him to be, at the dawn of day,
Over the hills and far away!