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