There's a house on a hillside in a picture book Where he stands with his mother as I stop and look He's a child of the northlands with his long golden hair And his smile running wild In the snow by the campfire where the nights are long You can hear his daddy sing a very old song And his mummy's a beautiful lady in love And she washes his eye with the fair stars above Song of the ages And there's a ship set for sailing the rolling sea There's a little hand waving goodbye to me Fare thee well my loved ones, I'll see you soon I'll be laughing along some old afternoon