Deep green hills whose shoulders fade
Into thick grey, tall wet grass
Whose flesh makes fools of grazing sheep,
Whose fleecing makes a fool of me.
Who shall I blame

For this sweet and heavy trouble,

For every stupid struggle?

I don't know!

I could buy you a drink

I could tell you all about it

I could tell you why I doubt it

And why I still believe!



But I can't say it like I sing it,

I can't sing it like I think it

I can't think like I feel it

And I don't feel a thing!

Oh no, I don't feel it!



Who shall I blame

For this sweet and heavy trouble,

For every stupid struggle?

I don't know!

I could buy you a drink

I could tell you all about it

I could tell you why I doubt it

And why I still believe!

Why I still believe it

And I'm grieving,

And what for years I could not see!

We'd have more drinks,

We would speak of so many things

But I don't know you and you don't know me!