The Moon Behind The Hill - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE MOON BEHIND THE HILL. 
I watched last night the rising moon upon a foreign strand, 'Till mem'ries came, like flowers of June, of home and fatherland-I dreamt I was a child once more, beside the rippling rill-When first I saw, in days of yore, the moon behind the hill; When first I saw, in days of yore, the moon behind the hill. 
It brought me back the visions grand that purpled boyhood's dreams; Its youthful loves, its happy land, as bright as morning beams; It brought me back the spreading lea, the steeple and the mill, Until my eyes could scarcely see the moon behind the hill; Until my eyes could scarcely see the moon behind the hill. 
It brought me back a mother's love until, in accents wild, I prayed her from her home above to guard her lonely child; It brought me one across the wave, to live in mem'ry still; It brought me back my Mary's grave, the moon behind the hill; It brought me back my Mary's grave, the moon behind the hill. 
And there, beneath the silvery sky, I lived life o'er again; I counted all its hopes gone by, I wept at all its pain; And when I'm gone, oh! may some tongue the minstrel's wish fulfill, And still remember him who sang: the moon behind the hill-And still remember him who sang: the moon behind the hill.