To see the gay trees and the hills,
The sky, be it sunny or sober,
With a curse on all doctors and pills...
To see the gay trees and the hills,
Hope is quick faded and fled.
With a curse on all doctors and pills,
Here I must lie on my bed!...
To see the gay trees and the hills,
The sky, be it sunny or sober,
With a curse on all doctors and pills...
To see the gay trees and the hills,
Hope is quick faded and fled.
With a curse on all doctors and pills,
Here I must lie on my bed!...