Come by the hills to the land
Where fancy is free
And stand where the peaks meet the sky
And the loughs meet the sea
Where the rivers run clear
And the bracken is gold in the sun
And the cares of tomorrow must wait
Till this day is done
Come by the hills where all life
Is a song
And sing 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 must wait
Till this day is done
Come by the hills to the land
Where legend remains
Where stories of old fill the heart
And they yet come again
Where our past has been lost
And our future has still to be won
And the cares of tomorrow must wait
Till this day is done
Come by the hills to the land
Where fancy is free
And stand where the peaks meet the sky
And the loughs meet the sea
Where the rivers run clear
And the bracken is gold in the sun
And the cares of tomorrow must wait
Till this day is done