Castle On The Hill sing and play along

When I was six years old I broke my leg,

and I was run ning from my broth er and his friends,

and tast ed the sweet per fume of the moun

tain grass I rolled down.

I was young er then.

Take me back to when

I found my heart and broke it here,

made friends and lost them through drink the years.

And I've not seen the roar ing fields in so long.

I know I've grown,

but I can't wait to go home.

I'm on my way,

driv ing at nine ty down those coun try lanes,

sing ing to "Ti ny Danc er,"

and I miss the way

you make me feel,

and it's real, when we watched the sun set o ver the cas tle on the hill.

Fif teen years old and smok ing hand rolled cig a rettes,

run ning from the law

through the back fields and get ting drunk with my friends.

Had my first kiss on Fri day night;

I don't reck on that I did it right,

but I was young er then.

Take me back to when we found tle on the hill,

hee hoo, o ver the cas tle on the hill,

hee hoo, o ver the cas tle on the hill.

One friend left to sew clothes,

and one works down by the coast;

one had two kids but lives a lone;

one's broth er o ver dosed;

one's al read y on his sec ond wife;

one's just bare ly get ting by.

But these peo ple raised me and I,

ooh, can't wait to go home.

And I'm on my way.

I still re mem ber these old coun try lanes

when we did not know the an swers.

And I miss the way you make

me feel, and it's real when we watched the sun set o ver the cas tle on the hill,

hee hoo, o ver the cas tle on the hill,

hee hoo, o ver the cas tle on the hill.