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