Over The Next Hill
Composer(s): Steve Tilston
Performer(s): Fairport Convention



Forever, forever, the road goes on forever

If your wheels are burning up the miles
And you're wearing down shoe leather
And your face is frozen in a smile
And the road goes on forever

Forever, forever, the road goes on forever
Over the next hill, maybe there's good weather

If you're flying over table tops
Eyes wide with wine and wonder
Or lazy counting kangaroos
In dingo days down under

Down under, down under, in dingo days down under
Over the next hill, there's no more rain or thunder

Though you chose the open road and you were willing
To sing and dance and take the tambourine man's shilling
All the secret tricks and footsteps you were learning
But once the stone begins to roll, it's not for turning
Like a rolling stone, with no direction home

If you're pacing in a dressing room
With no fresh paint or windows
Or you're strutting on some dusty stage
Wondering where the time goes

The time goes, the time goes, wondering where the time goes
Over the next hill, they say there will be rainbows
Oh, rainbows, rainbows, somewhere over rainbows
Over the next hill, who knows where the time goes