This is about Shasta and the hill that was the boundary of his known world.

Disclaimer: I don't own Narnia or Shasta or the hill.

Just over the hill I look and I sigh
Over the ridge at the free northen sky
It seems so far and yet it's so near
I wonder if ever I'll journey out there

It's the edge of my world; that grass covered slope
And I gaze at it often for it gives me new hope
I see a bird glide and soar in the sky
If I only had wings so I too could fly

The monotinous waves and the smell of the fish
They deepen my longing and further my wish
If I only could leave and still my heart's cry
But I sit by my tree, and stare at the sky

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