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(Music: Trad, Gaelic Buachaill On Eirne, Words: Gordon Smith) a good version of this song is done by the Clancy Brothers and is preceded with a recitation of the W.B. Yeats poem "The Lake Isle of Inishfree" by Bobby Clancy which is given here.

    Come By the Hills

    by Gordon Smith

    I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
    And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
    Nine bean-rows will I have there, and a hive for the honey-bee,
    And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

    And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
    Dropping from the veils of the morn to where the cricket sings;
    There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
    And evening full of the linnet's wings.

    I will arise and go now, for always night and day
    I hear lake waters lapping with low sounds by the shore;
    While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
    I hear it in the deep heart's core.

    [Instrumental over verse]

    ( 1st chorus
    [F] Come by the [Bb] hills to the [F] land
    where [Bb] fancy is [F] free )

    And [F] stand where the [Bb] peaks meet the [F] sky
    and the [F] lochs meet the [C] sea
    Where the [F] rivers run clear
    and the [Bb] bracken is [F] gold in the [C] sun
    And the [F] cares of to-[Bb] morrow must [F] wait
    'til [Bb] this day is [F] 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
    And the cares of to-morrow must wait
    'til this day is done

    [Break - one verse instrumental]

    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
    And the cares of to-morrow must wait
    'til this day is done

    1st chorus

    X: 53
    T:Come by the Hills
    C:Traditional Irish Air
    S:Digital Tradition, combyhil
    H:Irish air: Boy from the Erne (Buaschaill on Eirne)
    N:Author: Tom Smith
    N:Words: Gordon Smith
    G4 FG|F4 EC|B,4 B,2|C2 E2 F2|E6-|E4 B,2|\
    E2 F2 G2|A2 G2 F2|G2 F2 E2|C2 E2 G2|F6-|F4 GA|
    B2 G2 F2|E4 FG|A2 B2 c2|B2 G2 F2|F6-|F4 EF|\
    G4 FG|F2 E2 C2|B,4 B,2|C2 E2 F2|E6||