The Fool on the Hill


Day after day, alone on a hill,
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still.
But nobody wants to know him,
They can see that he's just a fool
And he never gives an answer.

But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round.

Well on the way, head in a cloud,
The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud.
But nobody ever hears him
Or the sound he appears to make
And he never seems to notice.

But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round.

And nobody seems to like him,
They can tell what he wants to do
And he never shows his feelings.

But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round.

He never listens to them,
He knows that they're the fools.
They don't like him.

But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round.