I'm tired of being here on this hill
No one lives to be 300 years
Like the way it used to beI think they were giants
I think they were giantsOn this hill, nothing grows except greed
You will stay to finish your work
As long as need be
As long as need be
On a clear day
I can see my old house
And my wife in the front yard
Talking with the friendsWe gathered in spring
We gathered in spring
We gathered in spring
We gathered in springI'm tired of being here on this hill
Where I'm sure to find my last meal
No one lives to be 300 yearsOn a clear day
I can see my old house
And my wife in the front yard
Talking with the friends
We gathered in spring
We gathered in spring
We gathered in spring
We gathered in spring
