Oh, 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 brighten is the golden sun
Ah, but cares of tomorrow 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, but cares of tomorrow 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
Ah, but cares of tomorrow 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 brighten is the golden sun
Ah, but cares of tomorrow can wait 'til this day is done