Every time I shed tearsnIn the last past yearsnWhen I pass through the hillsnOh what images returnnOh I yearnnFor the roots of the woodsnThat origin of all my strong and strange moodsnI lost something in the hillsnI lost something in the hillsnnI grew up in declivitiesnOthers grow up in citiesnWhere first love and soul takes risenThere were times in my lifenWhen I felt mad and deprivednAnd only the slopes gave me hopenWhen I pass through the leg-high grass I shall dienUnder the jasmin I shall dienAnd the elder treenI need not try to prepare for a new coming daynWhere is it that fills the deepness I feelnYou will say I'm not Robin the HoodnBut how could I hide from top to footnThat I lost something in the hillsnI lost something in the hillsnOh I lost something in the hillsnnNow I lean on my window sillnAnd I cry, though it's sillynAnd I'm dreaming of off and awaynOh I know further west these hills existnMarked by apple trees marked by a straight brooknThat leads me wherever I want it tonWell I lost something in the hillsnI lost something in the hillsnOh I lost something in the hills