Pedro the Lion - The FleecingLyrics

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 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 Why I still believe it Why I need it And what the pharisees can't see We'd have more drinks And speak of so many things But I don't know you and you don't know me