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 the way head in a cloud the man of a thousand
voices talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears him or the
sounds 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
He never listens to them he knows that they're the
fools 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