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Come By The
Hills
Come by the hills to a land where fancy is free
And stand where the peaks meet the sky and
the lochs reach 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 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 stir 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 must wait 'til this
day is done.
Repeat first verse.
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