| Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free
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| And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the lochs meet the sea
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| Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun
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| Ah, the cares of to-morrow can wait 'til this day is done
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| Oh, come by the hills to the land where life is a song
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| And sing while the birds fill the air with their joy all day long
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| Where the trees sway in time and even the wind sings in tune
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| Ah, the cares of to-morrow can wait 'til this day is done
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| Come by the hills to the land where legend re-mains
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| Where stories of old fill the heart and may yet come a-gain
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| Where our past has been lost and the future has still to be won
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| Ah, the cares of to-morrow can wait 'til this day is done |