They came for him one winter's night.
Arrested, he was bound.
They said
there'd been a robbery,
his pistol had been found.
They marched to the
station house,
he waited for the dawn.
And as they led him to the
dock,
he knew that he'd been wrong.
"You stand accused of robbery,"
he
heard the bailiff say.
He knew without an alibi,
tomorrow's light would
mourn his freedom.
Over the hills and far away,
for ten long years
he'll count the days.
Over the mountains and the seas,
a prisoner's life
for him there'll be.
He knew that it would cost him dear,
but yet he
dare not say.
Where he had been that fateful night,
a secret it must
stay.
He had to fight back tears of rage.
His heart beats like a
drum.
For with the wife of his best friend,
he spent his final night of
freedom.
Over the hills and far away,
he swears he will return one
day.
Far from the mountains and the seas,
back in her arms he swears he'll
be.
Over the hills and far away.
Over the hills and,
over the hills
and,
over the hills and far away.
Each night within his prison
cell,
he looks out through the bars.
He reads the letters that she
wrote.
One day he'll know the taste of freedom.
Over the hills and far
away,
she prays he will return one day.
As sure as the rivers reach the
seas,
back in his arms she swears she'll be.
Over the hills and far
away,
he swears he will return one day.
Far from the mountains and the
seas,
back in her arms he swears he'll be.
Over the hills and far
away,
she prays he will return one day.
As sure as the rivers reach the
seas,
back in his arms is where she'll be.
Over the hills,
over the
hills and far away.
Over the hills,
over the hills and far away.
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