I slept in hills of wheat and pine 
Too many years have passed me by 
 [bad word] down from the mountain 

They offered me their finest wine 
We danced and drank to pass the time 
 [bad word] down from the mountain 

And as the light crept up in the hills 
I headed off for home 
Memories of times spent away 
Vanish into the sun 
You were found 
Living in the wild son 
In the wild living with the wild ones 
You were found living in the wild sun 
 [bad word] down from the mountain