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 until the dawn.
And as they led him to the dock,
he knew that he would 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 & far away,
for ten long yeahrs he will count the days.
Over the mountains & the seas,
a prisoner´s life for him there will be.
He knew that it´d cost him dear,
but yet he dare not say.
Just where he would 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 & far away,
he swears he´ll return one day.
Far from the mountains & the seas,
back in her arms again he will be.
Over the hills & far away.
Over the hills and,
over the hills and,
over the hills & far away.
Each night within his prison cell,
he looks out through the bars.
He reads the letters that she wrote.
One day he will know the taste of freedom.
Over the hills & far away,
she prays he´ll return one day.
As sure as the rivers reach the seas,
back in his arms again she will be.
Over the hills & far away,
he swears he´ll return one day.
As sure as the river reach the seas,
back in his arms is where she will be.
Over the hills & far away,
she prays he´ll return one day.
As sure as the rivers reach the sea,
back in her arms is where he will be.
Over the hills,
over the hills & far away.
Over the hills,
over the hills & far away.
Gary Moore Ringtones