(Gaelic verse)

Come by the hills to a land where life is a song
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 can wait 'til this day is done

Come by the hills to the land where legend remains
The stories of old fill the hearts and may yet come again
Where the past has been lost, and the future is still to be won
And the cares of tomorrow can wait 'til this day is done