A song from o'er the hill
J. Ireland
A song came over the hill to me
Ever so long ago,
A sweet and haunting melody
That set my heart aglow,
In olden days,
In golden days,
The days of long ago.
Gone is the singer but yet the song
Still floats across the hill,
In every breeze that sweeps along
I think I hear it still
Thro' lonely years,
Thro all my tears,
The song from over the hill.