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 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 jasmine, I shall die

In the elder tree

I 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