The Fool On The Hill

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