| Lyrics: | COME BY THE HILLS
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Oh, 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 rivers run clear, bracken is gold in the sun;
Ah, the cares of
tomorrow can wait till this day is done.
Oh, come by the hills to the land where life is
a song.
Stand where the birds fill the air with their joy all day long,
Where the trees
sway in time, even the wind sings in tune;
Ah, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is
done.
Oh, come by the hills to the land where legend remains.
The stories of old
fill the heart and may yet come again,
Where the past has been lost, the future is still to be
won;
Ah, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.
Oh, 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 rivers run clear, bracken is gold in the sun;
Ah, the cares of tomorrow can
wait till this day is done.
Words by Scottish television producer Gordon
Smith and set to the
traditional Irish air "Buchal an Eire."
Recorded by Gordon Bok
on "Bay of Fundy," FSI-54 copyright 1975
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