Over the Blue Mountains
The sun at evening went;
And there was nought beyond them,
And we were well content.

Yet, over the Blue Mountains,
As birds at evening may,
Though there was nought beyond them,
Our dreams began to stray.

The Southern Cross came riding,
Like Gabriel overhead,
Up to the shining summits;
We followed where it led.

We left the world behind us --
The mists of time unfurled.
And over the Blue Mountains
We found a greater world.