Beyond the hill
There lies some land
Some fresh green land
On which our home will stand

And when we walk
Beyond the hill
All that we ask
Is that our home stays still
And strong

So we'll have tiime to see
Each summer come and go
And time to dream and
Watch our children grow
And grow

No man will find
His peace until
He builds a home
That lies somewhere
Beyond the hill

No man will find
His peace until
He builds a home
That lies somewhere
Beyond the hill.
