| Sitting alone on top of a hill | |
| Hard to describe the way that I feel | |
| Feel so relaxed feel so at ease | |
| Watching the sun play in the trees | |
| Used to have fun on the hill | |
| Young and carefree but until | |
| Minutes of place look at my face | |
| I wish I was much younger still | |
| As time passes by I age with each year | |
| Longing to see the hill I left here | |
| Laughter, sadness, splendor and joy | |
| Things I remember when I was a boy | |
| Nevertheless I'm really content | |
| Although I'm tired and money I've spent | |
| Don't want your pity I don't want your tears | |
| Had a good time in my 63 years | |
| Used to have fun on the hill | |
| Young and carefree but until | |
| Minutes of place look at my face | |
| I wish I was much younger still | |
| It's getting real late and I've gotta go | |
| Move right around to where I don't know | |
| Tomorrow I'll be many miles away | |
| Remember the hill where we sat yesterday | |
| Used to have fun on the hill | |
| Young and carefree but until | |
| Minutes of place look at my face | |
| I wish I was much younger still | |
| I wish I was much younger still... |