The Moon Behind the Hill

I watched last night the rising moon

Upon the foreign strand

'Til memories came like flowers in 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

It brought me back the visions grand

That purpled boyhood's dream

Its youthful loves, its happy land

As bright as morning beams

It brought me back my own sweet knoll

The castle on the rill

Until my eyes could see no more

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

Of the moon behind the hill