(Oh, come by the hills to the land where fancy is free
Stand where the peaks meet the sky and the loughs meet the sea
Where rivers run clear, bracken is gold in the sun;
Ah, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done
Oh, come by the hills to the land where life is a song
Stand where the birds fill the air with their joy all day long
Where the trees sway in time, even the wind sings in tune;
Ah, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done
Oh, come by the hills to the land where legend remains
The stories of old fill the heart and may yet come again
Where the past has been lost, the future is still to be won;
Ah, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done
Oh, come by the hills to the land where fancy is free
Stand where the peaks meet the sky and the loughs meet the sea
Where rivers run clear, bracken is gold in the sun;
Ah, the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done