X:158
T:Come by the Hills
R:song
C:Words by W. Gordon Smith (1928-1996), Scotland
D:The Corries
D:Finbar & Eddie Furey
Z:id:hn-song-158
M:3/4
L:1/8
K:G
B2 A2 B2 | A2 G2 E2 | D4 D2 | E2 G2 A2 | G6- | G4
D2 | G3 A B2 | c3 B A2 | B2 A2 G2 | E2 G2 B2 | A6- | A4
Bc | d B3 A2 | G4 AB | c d3 e2 | d2 B2 G2 | A6- | A4
GA | B3 A B2 | A G3 E2 | D4 D2 | E2 G3 G | G6- | G6 || 
W:Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free.
W:And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the loughs meet the sea,
W:Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun,
W:And the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.
W:
W:Come by the hills to the land where life is a song.
W:And sing while the birds fill the air with their joy all day long,
W:Where the trees sway in time and even the wind sings in tune,
W:And the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.
W:
W:Come by the hills to the land where legend remains.
W:Where stories of old fill the heart and may yet come again,
W:Where the past has been lost and the future is still to be won,
W:And the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.
W:
W:Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free.
W:And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the loughs meet the sea,
W:Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun,
W:And the cares of tomorrow can wait till this day is done.