Come By The Hills lyrics + chords

Come By The Hills lyrics and chords Gordon Smyth. Tune , Buchaill On Eirne,Sheet Music and Tin whistle notes below.The f video is of myself singing and playing, I do this one in the key of D Major. Also recorded by Celtic Thunder with the guitar chords in the key of C Major.

[D]Come by the[G] hills to the[A] land where[G] fancy is [D]free
And[D] stand where the[G] peaks meet the[D] sky and the[G] lochs meet the[A] sea
Where the[D] rivers run clear and the[G] bracken is[D] gold in the[A] sun
Ah, the[D] cares of to-[G]morrow can[A] wait 'til[G] this day is[D] done

Oh, 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
Ah, the cares of to-morrow can wait 'til this day is done

Come by the hills to the land where legend re-mains
Where stories of old fill the heart and may yet come a-gain
Where our past has been lost and the future has still to be won
Ah, the cares of to-morrow can wait 'til this day is done

COME BY THE HILLS 3/4 in the key of C Major as preformed by Celtic Thunder. The above video is of me, Martin Dardis.

(The first verse is done in Irish.)

Buachaill ón Eirne mé's bhréagfainn féin cailín deas óg

Né iarfainn bó spré léithe tá mé saibhir go leor 'S liom

Corcaigh a mhéid e , dhá thaobh a ghleanna's Tír Eoghain

'S mur n-athraí mé béasaí 's mé n' t-oibhr ar Chontae

Mhaigh Eo

(Here is translation:

I am a boy from Ireland and I'd coax a nice young girl,

I wouldn't ask for a dowry with her, I'm rich enough myself,

I own Cork, big as it is both sides of the glen and Tyrone,

And if I don't change my ways I'll be the heir for County Mayo.)

(C)Come by the (F)hills to the (C)land where (F)fancy is (C)free.

And stand where the (F)peaks meet the (C)sky and the loughs meet the (G)sea,

Where the (C)rivers run clear and the (F)bracken is (C)gold in the (G)sun;

And the (C)cares of to(F)morrow can (C)wait till (F)this day is (C)done.

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 can 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 can wait till this day is done.

I first heard the Irish singer Michael Hipkiss preform
this song at his club in Birmingham. When I say ''Club''
I'm discribing a room above a pub called The Contemptibles
in the centre of Birmingham. Michael booked the room
every Sunday evening and he had a number of regular
singers and musicians who were regular preformers.
Each week there would be a guest musician who would
normally be a professional. That was the basic modus
operandi of the clubs that went to make up the British
folk scene in the 1960s. There were about 1,500 of
these clubs around Britain, many of them with very
varied musical politics.
Christ Moore Notes On Come By The Hills.