Come By The Hills

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Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free.
Stand where the peaks meet the sky and the loughs meet 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.
stand 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 legend remains.
And the stories of old fill 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 this day is done.

Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free.
Stand where the peaks meet the sky and the loughs reach the sea,
Where rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun;
And cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.