Over The Hills

Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Robert Hunter

That's not the sound of your regular number
I know that sound like I know my own name
Say, Mr. Matches, that's a pretty nice tune
I wonder if you'd play that tune again?

It went: Over the Hills and Far Away
A guitar player at the break of day
Playing Oh My Lady and Oh My Soul
Playing Whoa-oh and Over She Go
And I don't want to lose that feeling
I don't want to lose that feeling
I don't want that feeling to go - no

That's not the sound of your regular drummer
One drive to the nail and four to the bar
I know that beat like I know my own heart
What were you thinking when you played that part?

It went: Over the Hills and Far Away
A drummer drumming at the break of day
Playing Oh My Lady and Oh My Soul
Playing Whoa-oh and Over She Go
And I don't want that feeling to go
I don't want that feeling to go - no

That's not the voice of your regular singer
Been hearing that song since I was born
When I was a baby rocked in my cradle
Bright and early in the frosty morn

It gives me pleasure, it gives me peace
Gives me something to remember when seasons fly by
I can't recall the words or the tune so clearly
But I know when I hear it and I love it dearly

That's not the sound of your regular number
I know that sound like I know my own name
Say, Mr. Matches, that's a pretty nice tune
I wonder if you'd play that tune again?

It went: Over the Hills and Far Away
A guitar player at the break of day
Playing Oh My Lady and Oh My Soul
Playing Whoa-oh and Over She Go
And I don't want that feeling to go
I don't want that feeling to go
I don't want to lose that feeling
I don't want to lose that feeling
I don't want that feeling to go - no