How could I be the last to know
 When they told me where the fool had gone?
 Oh, I was but the youngest one.
 Out there on the hills they're climbing on.

 You went up with an open heart;
 When they found you it was all but cold.
 Those eyes, they seemed so alone.
 Out there on the hills they're climbing on.

 You saw the line of [bad word] 
 You said you couldn't fight it off.
 This is the story of the one you lost
 And I wanted [bad word] over your love!

 You found it in the deepest thorns,
 Brought it out from the darkest wells.
 Bring your heart and strings with the bells.
 Out there on the hills they're climbing on.

 And if I hadn't drowned out there,
 Then the night before the storm took hold
 I know I would find them gold.
 Out there on the hills they'll find me, oh!

 Another side of gold [bad word] 
 Oh, I could never fight them off.
 Another story of the one you lost
 And I wanted [bad word] over your love.

 In the darkest of days, in my daydreams there,
 There in the eye of that tempest, you mirrored me.
 Twenty one years you've been here every morning.
 Twenty one roses you hold, but they're fading now.

 I'm still there waiting.

 How could I be the last to know
 When they told me where the fool had gone?
 Oh, I was but the youngest one.
 Out there on the hills they'll find me, oh!

 Another side of gold [bad word] 
 Oh, I could never fight them off.
 Another story of the one you lost
 And I wanted [bad word] over- 
 I wanted to take over-
 I wanted [bad word] over you love