Come by the hills to a 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 can wait 'til this day is done.
Come by the hills to the land where life is a song
And and stand where 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 fill 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 can wait 'til this day is done.
And the cares of tomorrow can wait 'til this day is done.
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 can wait 'til this day is done.
Come by the hills to the land where life is a song
And and stand where 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 fill 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 can wait 'til this day is done.
And the cares of tomorrow can wait 'til this day is done.