Come by the Hills

Words by W. Gordon Smith

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 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 glories of old stir the heart and may yet come again;

Where our past has been lost and the future has still to be won;

And cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.

PLUS THE BONUS

The hills at Callander

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