
| Come by the hills to a
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 the cares of tomorrow must wait 'til this day is done. Come by the hills to the land where life is a song Come by the hills to a land where legend remains Repeat first verse. |
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