Come by the hills

Loreena McKennitt - 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 rocks reach the sea.
Where the rivers run clear and the bracken
    is gold in the sun.
And cares of tomorrow must wait
    till this day is done.
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.
And cares of tomorrow must wait
    till this day is done.
Come by the hills to the land
    where legend remains
Where stories of old stir the heart
    and may yet come again.
Where the past has been lost and the future
    is still to be won.
And cares of tomorrow must wait
    till 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 rocks reach the sea.
Where the rivers run clear and the bracken
    is gold in the sun.
And cares of tomorrow must wait
    till this day is done.
And cares of tomorrow must wait
    till this day is done.