The Fool On The Hill
Day after day, alone on a hillThe man with the foolish grinIs keeping perfectly stillBut nobody wants to know himThey can see that he's just a foolAnd he never gives an answer
But the fool on the hillSees the sun going downAnd the eyes in his headSee the world spinning round
Well on the way, head in a cloudThe man of a thousand voicesTalking perfectly loudBut nobody ever hears himOr the sound he appears to makeAnd he never seems to notice
But the fool on the hillSees the sun going downAnd the eyes in his headSee the world spinning round
And nobody seems to like himThey can tell what he wants to doAnd he never shows his feelings
But the fool on the hillSees the sun going downAnd the eyes in his headSee the world spinning round
Ohh oh-oh-oh-oh ohh-oh-ohAnd round and round and round and round and roundHe never listens to themHe knows that they're the foolThey don't like himThe fool on the hillSees the sun going downAnd the eyes in his headSee the world spinning round
Ohhhh…And round and round and round and round andOhhhh…