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Jim MacLeod

Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free
And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the lochs reach the sea
Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun
And cares of tomorrow must wait 'til 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 'til this day is done.

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