Far away in a home that I know,
Of the dear little girls at the window,
And the boys out at play in the snow;
Of the stockings hung up at the chimney,
Of the little hearts hopeful and glad;
And thus I kept thinking and thinking,
Until I grew homesick and sad.
So I turned my eyes out on the landscape,
As my thoughts were unwilling to go,
And I saw ’round the curve of a hillock