Author's Note: I was listening to the song Over The Hills And Far Away, by the Finnish metal band Nightwish and I just thought that it would make a great little story. Some of the lines are straight out of the song, and, no, I do NOT own any rights to the songs itself. I put the lyrics of the song after the story just for reference sake. Enjoy!
-Anna


Over The Hills And Far Away

It was a cold night, in the dead of winter, when the police showed up on his doorstep. He was awoken from his slumbers by the loud, incessant banging on his front door. He ran down the stairs and opened the door, only to find himself suddenly arrested and bound.

"What's going on?" he demanded.

"There's been a robbery, your pistol was found." That was all they told him as they marched him to the station house. He waited impatiently for dawn to arrive. As they led him to the dock, he knew that he'd been wronged.

"You stand accused of robbery." He heard the bailiff say. "Unless you have an alibi?"

He blanched and shook his head.

"Since you have no proof that you aren't the thief, you're going to jail for ten years."

He knew that it would cost him dear, but yet he dare not say where he had been that fateful night.

It must stay a secret.

He fought back the tears of rage, his heart beat like a drum. For it had been with the wife of his best friend that he had spent his final night of freedom.

So they sent him, over the hills and far away.

Each night within his prison cell, he looks out through the bars. He reads the letters that she wrote. One day he'll know the taste of freedom.

He swears he will return one day, back in her arms he swears he'll be.

She prays he will return one day, back in his arms she swears she'll be.


Over The Hills And Far Away

They came for him one winter's night.
Arrested, he was bound.
They said there'd been a robbery,
his pistol had been found.


They marched him to the station house,
he waited for the dawn.
And as they led him to the dock,
he knew that he'd been wronged.
"You stand accused of robbery,"
he heard the bailiff say.
He knew without an alibi,
tomorrow's light would mourn his freedom.

Over the hills and far away,
for ten long years he'll count the days.
Over the mountains and the seas,
a prisoner's life for him there'll be.

He knew that it would cost him dear,
but yet he dare not say.
Where he had been that fateful night,
a secret it must stay.
He had to fight back tears of rage.
His heart beat like a drum.
For with the wife of his best friend,
he spent his final night of freedom.

Over the hills and far away,
he swears he will return one day.
Far from the mountains and the seas,
back in her arms he swears he'll be.
Over the hills and far away.

Over the hills and,
over the hills and,
over the hills and far away.

Each night within his prison cell,
he looks out through the bars.
He reads the letters that she wrote.
One day he'll know the taste of freedom.

Over the hills and far away,
she prays he will return one day.
As sure as the rivers reach the seas,
back in his arms he swears she'll be.

Over the hills and far away,
he swears he will return one day.
Far from the mountains and the seas,
back in her arms he swears he'll be.

Over the hills and far away,
she prays he will return one day.
As sure as the rivers reach the seas,
back in his arms is where she'll be.

Over the hills,
over the hills and far away.

Over the hills,
over the hills and far away.