Castle on the Hill sing and play along

When I was six years old I broke my leg,

and I was running from my brother and his friends,

and 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 drink the years.

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

I know I've grown,

but I can't wait to go home.

I'm on my way,

driving at ninety down those country lanes,

singing to "Tiny Dancer," and I miss the way

you make me feel,

and it's real, when we watched the sun set over the castle on the hill.

Fifteen years old and smoking handrolled cigarettes,

running from the law

through the back fields and getting drunk with my friends.

Had my first kiss on Friday night;

I don't reckon that I did it right,

but I was younger then.

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

heehoo, over the castle on the hill,

heehoo, over the castle on the hill.

One friend left to sew clothes,

and 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,

ooh, can't wait to go home.

And I'm on my way.

I still remember these old country lanes

when we did not know the answers.

And I miss the way you make

me feel, and it's real when we watched the sun set over the castle on the hill,

heehoo, over the castle on the hill,

heehoo, over the castle on the hill.