The Fleecing - Pedro The Lion

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

And I can’t sing it like I think it

And 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 it

And why I need it

And what the pharisees don’t 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