Come by the Hills

Come by the hills to the land

Where fancy is free

And stand where the peaks meet the sky

And the rocks reach the sea

Where the rivers run clear and the bracken

Is gold in the sun

And 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 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 peaks meet the sky

And the rocks reach the sea

Where the rivers run clear and the bracken

Is gold in the sun

And cares of tomorrow must wait

Till this day is done.