There’s a wonderful country lying
Far off from the noisy town,
Where the windflower swings,
And the veery rings,
And the tumbling brooks come down.
’Tis a land of delight and of laughter,
Where peace all the woodland fills;
’Tis the land that lies
’Neath the summer skies,
In the heart of the happy hills. The road to that wonderful country
Leads out from the gates of care;
And the tired feet
In the dusty street
Are longing to enter there;
And a voice from the land is calling,
In the rush of a thousand rills,
“Come away, away,
To the woods to-day,
To the heart of the happy hills.” Far away in that wonderful country,
Where the clouds are always blue,
In the shadows cool,
By the foaming pool,
We may put on strength anew;
We may drink from the magic fountains
Where the wine of life distills:
And never a care
Shall find us there,
In the heart of the happy hills.