Come to the Hills

 

Come to the Hills

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 to the hills
where 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 storries of old filled
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.