COME BY THE HILLS
Traditional; arranged and adapted by Loreena McKennitt

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 care for 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 for 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 fot 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 goled in the sun.
And cares for tomorrow must wait
till this day is done.