Standard (EADGBE)

I'm tired of being here

 On this hill

 No-one lives to be three hundered years

 Like the way it used to be

 I think they were giants

 I think they were giants

On 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 friends

We gathered in spring

We gathered in spring

We gathered in spring

We gatehred in spring

I'm tired of being here

On this hill

Where I'm sure to find my last meal

No-one lives to be three hundred years

On 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 gatehred in spring