Christy Moore, “Come by the Hills”

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

Ah, the cares of to-morrow can wait 'til this day is done

 

Oh, 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

Ah, the cares of to-morrow can wait 'til this day is done

 

Come by the hills to the land where legend re-mains

Where stories of old fill the heart and may yet come a-gain

Where our past has been lost and the future has still to be won

Ah, the cares of to-morrow can wait 'til 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 lochs meet the sea

Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun

Ah, the cares of to-morrow can wait 'til this day is done

Written by Scottish poet W. Gordon Smith.