Come By The Hills, Philomena Begley

Come By The Hills, Philomena Begley, three times, Lyrics: Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free. And stand where the peaks meet the sky And the loughs 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. ( Ro: Iar grijile zilei de mâine trebuie s-aștepte cât încă mai avem ziua de azi) Come by the hills to the land where life is a song. And stand where 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, the cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done. Come by the hills to the land where legend remains. The stories of old fill the heart and may yet come again, Where the past has been lost, and the future is still to be won; And the cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done. And the cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.