Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free
And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the loch reach the sea
Where the rivers run clear and the bracken grows gold in the sun
And cares of tomorrow must wait 'til this day is done

Come by the hills to the land where wealth is a song
And listen while birds fill the air with their joy all day long
Where the trees sway in time, even the wind seems in tune
And cares of tomorrow must wait 'til this day is done

Come by the hills to the land where legend remains
Where stories of old fill the heart and may yet come again
For a past has been lost and the future is there to be won
And cares of tomorrow must wait 'til this day is done

Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free
And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the loch reach the sea
Where the rivers run clear and the bracken grows gold in the sun
And cares of tomorrow must wait 'til this day is done
And cares of tomorrow must wait 'til this day is done

As recorded by Angus Smith from his album Òrain