Sibylle Baier - I Lost Something In The Hills

Every time I shed tears In the last past years When I pass through the hills Oh, what images return Oh I yearn For the roots of the woods That origin of all my strong and strange moods I lost something in the hills I lost something in the hills I grew up in declivities Others grow up in cities Where first love and soul takes rise There were times in my life When I felt mad and depraved And only the slopes gave me hope When I pass through the leg high grass I shall die Under the jasmin I shall die Under the elder tree And need not try to prepare for a new coming day Where is it that fills the deepness I feel You will say I’m not Robin the Hood But how could I hide from top to foot That I lost something in the hills I lost something in the hills Oh I lost something in the hills Now I lean on my window sill And I cry, though it’s silly And I’m dreaming of off and away Oh I know further west these hills exist Marked by apple trees marked by a straight brook That leads me wherever I want it to Well I lost something in the hills I lost something in the hills Oh, I lost something in the hills