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 the 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.