Gary Moore)
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Over the hills and far away,
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for ten long years he'll count the days.
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Over the mountains and the seas,
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a prisoner's life for him there'll be.
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He knew that it would cost him dear,
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but yet he dare not say.
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Just where he'd been that fateful night,
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a secret it must stay.
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He had to fight back tears of rage.
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His heart beat like a drum.
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For with the wife of his best friend,
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he spent his final night of freedom.
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Over the hills and far away,
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he swears he will return one day.
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Far from the mountains and the seas,
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back in her arms again he'll be.
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Over the hills and far away.
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Over the hills and,
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over the hills and,
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over the hills and,
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over the hills and,
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over the hills and far away.
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Each night within his prison cell,
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he looks out through the bars.
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He reads the letters that she wrote.
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One day he'll know the taste of freedom.
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Over the hills and far away,
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she prays he will return one day.
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As sure as the rivers reach the seas,
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back in his arms again she'll be.
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Over the hills and far away,
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he swears he will return one day.
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As sure as the river reach the seas,
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back in his arms is where she'll be.
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Over the hills and far away,
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she prays he will return one day.
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As sure as the rivers reach the sea,
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back in her arms is where he'll be.
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Over the hills,
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over the hills and far away.
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Over the hills,
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over the hills and far away.
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Over the Hills and Far Away [12" Version]
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| Gary Moore |
