by Francis Hopkinson (1737 - 1791)
O'er the Hills far away
Language: English
O'er the Hills far away, at the Birth of the Morn, I hear the full Tone of the sweet sounding Horn. The Sportsmen with shouting all hail the new Day, And swift run the Hounds o'er the Hills far away. Across the deep Valley their Course they pursue, And rush thro' the Thickets yet silver'd with Due; Nor Fences nor Ditches their Speed can delay, Still sounds the sweet Horn o'er the Hills far away.
Authorship:
- by Francis Hopkinson (1737 - 1791), "O'er the Hills far away" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Francis Hopkinson (1737 - 1791), "O'er the Hills far away" [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: T. P. (Peter) Perrin
This text was added to the website: 2004-11-07
Line count: 8
Word count: 75