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 his way, his 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