"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 "