Come By The Hills

A lovely song regarding Ireland, using the traditional tune Buachaill On Eirne and the words of Gordon Smith.

 

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 to-morrow can 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 to-morrow can wait ’til this day is done.

Come by the hills to the 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 to-morrow can wait ’til this day is done.

So 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 to-morrow can wait ’til this day is done.

And the cares of to-morrow can wait ’til this day is done.

 

 

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