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Jan. 6th, 2004 10:35 amI have a new favorite song. "Come By The Hills" by Loreena McKennitt.
Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free.
And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the rocks reach the sea.
Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun
And cares of tomorrow must wait until this day is done.
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
And cares of tomorrow must wait until 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 has been lost and the future is yet to be won
And cares of tomorrow must wait until this day is done.
I've listened to this approximately a zillion times since yesterday in an attempt to learn it. It's only three and a half minutes long. Now I must go run errands, which of course are in three completely different directions from home. Oh well, exercise is good for me.
Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free.
And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the rocks reach the sea.
Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun
And cares of tomorrow must wait until this day is done.
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
And cares of tomorrow must wait until 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 has been lost and the future is yet to be won
And cares of tomorrow must wait until this day is done.
I've listened to this approximately a zillion times since yesterday in an attempt to learn it. It's only three and a half minutes long. Now I must go run errands, which of course are in three completely different directions from home. Oh well, exercise is good for me.