Over The Hills And Far Away

Tom, Tom, the piper’s son
Played to me when I was young
And the only tune that he could play
Was «Over the Hills and Far Away»
Were I laid on Greenland’s coast
And in my arm embraced my lass
Warm against the eternal frost
Too soon the half year’s night would pass
And I would love you all the day
Ev’ry hour would kiss and play
If with me you’d fondly stray
Over the hills and far away
Were I sold on Indian soil
Soon as the burning day would close
I could mock the sultry toil
When on my charmer’s breast reposed
And I would love you all the day
Ev’ry hour would kiss and play
If with me you’d fondly stray
Over the hills and far away
Over the hills and a long way off
The wind doth blow my top-knot off