Come By The Hills — Loreena McKennitt

Charles Cowling

 

Chosen by celebrant Sue Hopper, and played at a funeral recently.

Thank you again, Sue!

 

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 legend remains
stories of old fill the heart
and may yet come again
Where our past has been lost
and the future has still to be won
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.

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