Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free
Stand where the peaks meet the sky and the lochs meet the sea
Where the rivers run clear, and the bracken is gold in the sun
And the cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.
Come by the hills to the land where legend remains
Where stories of old stir the heart and may yet come again.
Where the past, it is lost, and the future has yet to be won,
And cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.
1 comment:
Thanks, baby. Sometimes dreams really do come true!
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