The Fool on the Hill (Arr. for Chorus)

Day after day, alone on the 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 his way, head in a cloud

The man of a thousand voices

Is 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

Oh, round, round, round, round, 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

Oh, round, round, round, round, round

And he never listen to them

He knows that they're the fools

But they don't like him

The fool on