OVER THE HILLS
Over the hills and far yonder
Where the dove kisses the raven
Oh, my heart is wont to wander
Where the earth kisses the heaven
To the place where the brook is glad
And the deers plays with a tiger;
Where the earth is a wholesome bread
The sound of little feet a thunder.
Where the sad songs have gone to rest
Rearranged by souls who reside there,
Where sweet songs shall perfume our nest
Beyond the reach of gloom and despair.