Fairport Convention
Over the Next Hill
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 top
Eyes wide with wine and wonder
Or lazy counting kangaroos
In the dingle days down under
Down under, down under
In dingle days down under
Over the next hill
There's no more rain or thunder
Though you chose the open road when you were willing
To sing and dance and take the tambourine and the shilling
All the secret tricks and footsteps you were learning
But once the stone begins to roll, it's not the turning
Like a rolling stone
With no direction home
Though you chose the open road when you were willing
To sing and dance and take the tambourine and the shilling
All the secret tricks and footsteps you were learning
But once the stone begins to roll, it's not the turning
Like a rolling stone
With no direction home
If you're pacing in the dressing room
Where there's no fresh paint or windows
Or you're strutting on some dusty stage
And 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