

Beneath the hollow oak,
the heavy hooves stand still
Beside a snout that dug the sweet roots from the hill
We shared the apple boughs,
the summer clover sweet But now the dusty lane is calling to
your feet
Go find the valley where the golden rivers flow (ahhhh) Carry my
promise through the winter and the snow
For we will meet again
inside the clover lane
My truest friend, beyond the hill and rain
You’ll watch the silent stars
from paths I cannot tread
And I will dream of paths where we were gently led
A long-eared shadow and a curly-tailed friend No seasonal divide can make
our story end
Go find the valley where the golden rivers flow (ahhhh) Carry my
promise through the winter and the snow For we will meet again
inside the clover lane
My truest friend, beyond the hill and rain
And when the moon is high
upon the furthest peak
We’ll hear the secret words the ancient woodlands speak (we'll hear them
speak)
Beyond the hill and rain...
(my friend) We will meet again...