Villino Loki 



OVER the hills and far away, 



A place of flowers crowns a rise , 



And there our year, from May to May, 



Comes with a breath of Paradise/ 



There the small helpless soul that lies 



So sweetly, innocently gay, 



In little furry things at play, 



With perfect trust can meet our eyes / 



Over the hills and far away, 



Over the hills. 



Over the hills and far away, 

 In every rose a dream we prize, 

 While thousand tender memories 

 Flutter about the lilac-spray / 

 To-day, to-morrow, yesterday- 

 Each unto each make glad replies / 

 Over the hills and far away, 

 Over the hills. 



ELINOR SWEETMAN 



