Lyrics
Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free
And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the lochs meet the sea
Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun
And the cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.
Come by the hills to the land where life is a song
And sing while the birds fill the air with their joy all day long
Where the trees sway in time and even the wind sings in tune
And the cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.
Come by the hills to the land where legends remain
Where stories of old stir the hearts and may yet come again.
Where the past has been lost and the future has still to be won
And the cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.
Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free
And stand where the pig treats the sky and the loss greets the sea
Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun
And the cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.
And the cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.