I walked down these hills spending my time with the green I saw the spring s flowers grow and winter s snow dying by summer s hot When I was younger but those days are gone
These lands in better times were pure as the mountain s cold air Freedom and joy everywhere I could be as free as a dove at the dawn When I was younger but those days are gone
War is coming so fast There, where you can hear the drums But now is time to forget Let s drink to morning awake
I know I am too old to follow you, my brave son
My pint is now always full, my axe is corroded my wisdom is gone This time tomorrow you shall go alone
War is coming so fast There, where you can hear the drums But now is time to forget Let s drink to morning awake
Run to your fate Keep in your way If you come back (We) Shall drink again