Heather Alexander Come By The Hills
Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free
Stand where the peaks meet the sky and the loughs reach
the sea
Where the rivers run clear
And the bracken is gold in the sun
And the cares of tomorrow must wait until this day is
done
Come by the hills to the land where life is a song
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 must wait until this day is
done
Come by the hills to the land where legends remain
Where stories of old fill out hearts and may yet come
again
Where the past has been lost
And the future is still to be won
And the cares of tomorrow must wait until this day is
done
Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free
Stand where the peaks meet the sky and the loughs reach
the sea
Where the rivers run clear
And the bracken is gold in the sun
And the cares of tomorrow must wait until this day is
done
Yes, the cares of tomorrow must wait until this day is
done
