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   I Lost Something In The Hills

   Sibylle Baier



   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 lost something in the hills

   I grew up in declivities
   others grow up in cities
   where first love and soul takes rise
   there where times in my life
   when I felt mad and deprived
   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 I need not 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




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