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 dont 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 i cant say it like i sing it i cant sing it like i think it i cant think like i feel it and i dont feel a thing ...why i still believe it why i need it and what the pharisees cant see wed have more drinks and speak of so many things but i dont know you and you dont know meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.