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

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 until this day is 
done

Where stories of old fill out 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 until this day is 
done

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

Yes, the cares of tomorrow must wait until this day is 
done