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VIDEO. GARY MOORE: Over the Hills and Far Away /AFTER THE WAR


 

Over the hills and far away

Gary Moore

They came for him one winter’s night.

Arrested, he was bound.

They said there’d been a robbery,

his pistol had been found.

They marched him to the station house,

he waited till the dawn.

And as they led him to the dock,

he knew that he’d been wronged.

You stand accused of robbery,

he heard the bailiff say.

He knew without an alibi,

tomorrow’s light would mourn his freedom.

Over the hills and far away,

for ten long years he’ll count the days.

Over the mountains and the seas,

a prisoner’s life for him there’ll be.

He knew that it would cost him dear,

but yet he dare not say.

Just where he’d been that fateful night,

a secret it must stay.

He had to fight back tears of rage.

His heart beat like a drum.

For with the wife of his best friend,

he spent his final night of freedom.

Over the hills and far away,

he swears he will return one day.

Far from the mountains and the seas,

back in her arms again he’ll be.

Over the hills and far away.

Over the hills and,

over the hills and,

over the hills and far away.

Each night within his prison cell,

he looks out through the bars.

He reads the letters that she wrote.

One day he’ll know the taste of freedom.

Over the hills and far away,

she prays he will return one day.

As sure as the rivers reach the seas,

back in his arms again she’ll be.

Over the hills and far away,

he swears he will return one day.

As sure as the river reach the seas,

back in his arms is where she’ll be.

Over the hills and far away,

she prays he will return one day.

As sure as the rivers reach the sea,

back in her arms is where he’ll be.

Over the hills,

over the hills and far away.

Over the hills,

over the hills and far away.

Gary Moore – After the war

So many came before you,
The prisoners of fate.
A history of bloodshed,
A legacy of hate.
But where will you be standing
When the battles have been won?
Inside your lonely fortress
The battle’s just begun.

After the war
Who will you be fighting for?
After the war is over.
After the fire
Is burning to its dying embers.
After the war.

A letter from the draft board,
Put pain to all your dreams.
You’re just another number
In military schemes.
They marched you in a uniform
You wore against your will.
With lies of hope and glory,
They taught you how to kill.

After the war
Who will you be fighting for?
After the war is over.
After the fire
Is burning to its dying embers.
After the war.

After the war,
You thought you’d be a hero.
After all that you survived.
If hell was meant for heroes,
You’d surely have arrived.

After the war.
After the war.

After the war
who will you be fighting for?
After the war
who will you be fighting for?
After the fire
is burning to its dying embers.
After the war.

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