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 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
Oh
round, round, round, round, round
And
he never listens to them
He know that they're the fool
They don't like him
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, oh
