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Come by the hills to a land where fancy is free
And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the lochs reach 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 the trees sway in time and even the wind sings in tune
And the cares of tomorrow can wait 'til this day is done.

Come by the hills to a land where legend remains
Where stories of old stir the heart and may yet come again

Where our past has been lost and the future has still to be won
And the cares of tomorrow must wait 'til this day is done.

Repeat first verse.