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
Til 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 trees sway in time
And even the wind sings in tune
And the cares of tomorrow must wait
Til this day is done.
Come by the hills
To the land where legends remain.
Where glories of old fill the hearts
And may yet come again.
Where the past has been lost
And future has still to be won.
And the cares of tomorrow must wait
Til this day is done.
And the cares of tomorrow must wait
Til this day is done.