By great rolling hills and mountain
Past brook and creek and fountain
The land from window seat, I pass
Where man and beast and cattle roam
The palm, the fir, the cedar, all passed by
Where farm and stable both do lie
Past lake and cloud-kissed mountain top
Wherein deep forests spread
The calves and cows are all a-grazing
No farmer you can see a-lazing
The echo of the wheels a-rolling
As flower, root and fern go by
Winding now around the hillside
far away from beach and tide
The little swallow darts away
The magpie soars on high
On my left side, townsfolk labour
On my right, the mountains dwell
The lambs a-playing, the horses neighing
Upon this summer morn
Flowers white and purple adorn the lineside long
And to you, dear reader, I do confide
My view along the train I ride.
Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 1:03 AM UTC
By great rolling hills and mountain
Past brook and creek and fountain
The land from window seat, I pass
Where man and beast and cattle roam
The palm, the fir, the cedar, all passed by
Where farm and stable both do lie
Past lake and cloud-kissed mountain top
Wherein deep forests spread
The calves and cows are all a-grazing
No farmer you can see a-lazing
The echo of the wheels a-rolling
As flower, root and fern go by
Winding now around the hillside
far away from beach and tide
The little swallow darts away
The magpie soars on high
On my left side, townsfolk labour
On my right, the mountains dwell
The lambs a-playing, the horses neighing
Upon this summer morn
Flowers white and purple adorn the lineside long
And to you, dear reader, I do confide
My view along the train I ride.
