Come by the hills

Come by foot on the rocky lines
Where the bird meets the song
Where your thinking runs free
And their cold touch is lost to the sun

The bar rooms floor stand proud
Where you elbow leans on the ground
And the bracken is burnt on the hills
While the land kisses the sea til it fills

Of come by the land where we dream
Of freedom once more by the streams
When the fish hit the air with wings
(C) frank McGivney oct2014