From the album Like a Bird on the Wing
I have seen this song credited to various authors, but believe that it
was most likely written by Gordon Smith, and the tune perhaps
called "Buaschaill on Eirne".
I learned this from the singing of Anne Gill and others.
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Oh won't you come by the hills, to a land where fancy is free,
And stand where the hills meet the sky and the lake meets the sea,
Where the river runs clear, and the bracken lies gold in the sun,
And the cares of tomorrow will wait till this day is done.
Oh won't you come by the hills, to a 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 motion, and even the wind blows in tune,
And the cares of tomorrow will wait till this day is done.
Oh won't you come by the hills, to a land where legend remains,
Where stories of old fill the heart, as they echo again
Where the past is forgot, and the future is yet to be won,
And the cares of tomorrow will wait till this day is done. |