Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free
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
-Heather Alexader

Come by the hills to the land where life is a song
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 the cares of tomorrow must wait 'til this day is done
-Heather Alexander

Come by the hills to the land where legends remain
Where stories of old fill our hearts and may yet come again
Where the past has been lost and the future is still to be won
And the cares of tomorrow must wait 'til this day is done
-Heather Alexander