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.