Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the rocks reach thesea 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 daylong 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 legend remains Where stories of old stir the heart and may yet come again Where the past has been lost and the future is still to be won And cares of tomorrow must wait till the 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 thesea Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun And cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done
