Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the rocks 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 fancy is free And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the rocks 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.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.