When I was six years old,
I was running from my brother and
Tasted the sweet per fume of
the mountain grass I rolled down
Take me back to when I found
my heart and broke it here
Made friends and lost 'em
And I've not seen the roaring fields in so long,
And I can't wait to go home
driving at 90 down those country lanes
and I miss the way you make me feel
We watched the sunset over
Fifteen years old and smoking hand-
Fields an d getting drunk
Had my first kiss on a Friday night
I don't reckon I did it right
One friend left to sell clothes
One works down by the coast
One's just barely getting by
But these people raised me and
When we did not know the answers,
and I miss the way you make me feel
And we watched the sun set
over the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
Over the castle on the hill
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