The Fleecing Lyrics - Pedro The Lion

Deep green hills whose shoulders fade 

Into the gray tall wet grass 

Whose flesh makes fools of grazing sheep 

Whose fleecing makes a fool of me 

And 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 it like I feel it 

And I don't feel a thing, oh no, I don't feel a thing 

And 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