Gordon Bok - Come by the hills

Oh, come by the ^Fhills to the ^Cland where ^Ffancy is ^Cfree And stand where the ^Fpeaks meet the ^Csky and the ^Amlochs meet the ^Gsea Where the ^Crivers run ^C7clear and ^Fbracken is ^Cgold in the ^Gsun Oh, the ^Ccares of to^Fmorrow can ^Cwait till ^Fthis day is ^Cdone

Oh, come by the ^Fhills to the ^Cland where ^Flife is a ^Csong Stand where the ^Fbirds fill the ^Cair with their ^Amjoy all day ^Glong Where the ^Ctrees sway in ^C7time, ^Feven the ^Cwind is in ^Gtune And the ^Ccares of to^Fmorrow can ^Cwait till ^Fthis day is ^Cdone

Oh, come by the ^Fhills to the ^Cland where ^Flegend re^Cmains Stories of ^Fold fill the ^Cheart and may ^Amyet come a^Ggain Where the ^Cpast has been ^C7lost, but ^Ffuture is ^Cstill to be ^Gwon And the ^Ccares of to^Fmorrow can ^Cwait till ^Fthis day is ^Cdone

Oh, come by the ^Fhills to the ^Cland where ^Ffancy is ^Cfree Stand where the ^Fpeaks meet the ^Csky and the ^Amlochs meet the ^Gsea Where the ^Crivers run ^C7clear and ^Fbracken is ^Cgold in the ^Gsun And the ^Ccares of to^Fmorrow can ^Cwait till ^Fthis day is ^Cdone