The Hill Beyond
Katherine S. Harrington, Adapted By Gerry Hubbard
The pasture lands are green;
Its maple groves look fairer far
Than any I have seen.
O, I could move to Hubbard Hill
But I'm too wise to go;
I dread to find things over there
The same as those I know
I think the land is richer there,
The meadows not so steep,
That apple trees bear bigger fruit,
Snow doesn't drift so deep.
O, I could move to Hubbard Hill
But I'm too wise to go;
I dread to find things over there
The same as those I know
And mornings, from the kitchen door
I see the sunrise come
Early to farmsteads on the Hill,
While ours are still in gloom.
O, I could move to Hubbard Hill
But I'm too wise to go;
I dread to find things over there
The same as those I know
O, I could move to Hubbard Hill
But I'm too wise to go;
I dread to find things over there
The same as those I know
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