When I was six years old, I broke my leg I was running from my brother and his friends I tasted the sweet perfume of the mountain grass I rolled down I was younger then, take me back to when I found my heart and broke it here Made friends and lost them through the years And I've not seen the roaring fields since so long I know I've grown, but I can't wait to go home I'm on my way, driving at 90 down those country lanes Singing to Tidy Dancer and I miss the way you make me feel It's real when we watch the sunset over the castle on the hill Fifteen years old and smoking hand-rolled cigarettes Running from the law through the back fields and getting drunk with my friends Had my first kiss on a Friday night, I don't reckon I did it right But I was younger then, take me back to when we found weekend jobs When we got paid, we'd buy cheap spirits and drink them straight Me and my friends have not thrown up in so long I know I've grown, but I can't wait to go home I'm on my way, driving at 90 down those country lanes Singing to Tidy Dancer and I miss the way you make me feel It's real when we watch the sunset over the castle on the hill Over the castle on the hill Over the castle on the hill One friend left to sell clothes, one works down by the coast One had two kids but lives alone, one's brother overdosed One's already on his second wife, one's just barely getting by But these people raised me and I can't wait to go home I'm on my way and I still remember these old country lanes When we did not know the answer and I miss the way you make me feel It's real when we watch the sunset over the castle on the hill Over the castle on the hill Over the castle on the hill Over the castle on the hill