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 him
to the station house, he waited for the dawn. And as they led him to the
dock, he knew that he'd been wronged. "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 beat 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 again 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 again 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 again he'll
be.
Over the hills and far away, she prays he will return one
day. As sure as the rivers reach the sea, back in her arms is where he'll
be.