Over the Hills – a verse

Over the hills where the sun goes down,
Ever and ever so far away,
There’s an old, old house in an olden town,
I see it now, with its roof so grey,
Tho’ it’s ever and ever so far away.
And a fair and slender form. I see
In the open doorway, standing.there
With the sweetest face in the world to me,
That gentle face with the shining hair,
In the open doorway a-standing there.

Up on the hillside the woods are dark,
The pine and the fir tree boughs hang low,
But I see her name I cut in their bark,
Ever and ever so long ago,
Where the pine and the fir tree boughs hang low.
I climb to the hilltop, high above
The lowland meadow and darksome wood,
To the old, old tryst, where I told my love,
While leaning against the wall we stood,
High above the meadow and darksome wood.
To the old churchyard, with stones moss grown,

Down the grassy country lane I go,
Past field’s sweet-scented with hay new mown
Tho’ it’s ever and ever so long ago,
Down my burning cheeks the hot tears flow.
To-night to another I pledge my love,
I thought I’d forgotten those olden days,
But over the hills my thoughts will go
To the little churchyard, where she lies

And I thought I’d forgotten those old, old days.

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Moya Sharp

Owner at Outback Family History

My name is Moya Sharp, I live in Kalgoorlie Western Australia and have worked most of my adult life in the history/museum industry. I have been passionate about history for as long as I can remember and in particular the history of my adopted home the Eastern Goldfields of Western Australia. Through my website I am committed to providing as many records and photographs free to any one who is interested in the family and local history of the region.

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