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 (A)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 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.

(D)I’m on my way,

(Bm7)driv ing at (A)nine ty down (D)those coun try lanes,

(Bm7)sing ing to ‘Ti ny Danc er’, and (D)I miss the way you make

me feel and it’s real, when (D)we watched the sun set

(Bm7)o ver the cas tle on the hill.