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