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Far away on the hills of old New Hampshire,
Many years ago we parted, Ruth and I;
It was there that I told her that I loved her,
It was there I kissed my love a sad good-bye.
She clung to me and trembled when I told her,
And pleadingly she begged of me to stay;
Now my heart lies buried with her 'neath the willow,
In that old New Hampshire village far away.
Now the sunshine lingers there, and the roses bloom as fair,
As together in the wildwood we did roam;
In the village church yard sleeps the one I love so dear,
On the hills of my old New Hampshire home.
In my dreams, by the stream last night I wandered,
And I thought my love was standing by my side;
Once again then I told her that I loved her,
Once again she promised she would be my bride.
But as I stooped to kiss her I awakened,
I called her but she was not there to hear;
Now my heart lies buried with her 'neath the willow,
In my old New Hampshire home I loved so dear.
Now the sunshine lingers there, and the roses bloom as fair,
As together in the wildwood we did roam;
In the village church yard sleeps the one I love so dear,
On the hills of my old New Hampshire home.
Sung by Clare O'Driscoll (1899-1978) of Tors Cove, NL, and published in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).
