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 sprinning round
Well on the 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 sprinning round
And nobody seems to like him
They can tell what he wants to do
And he never show his feelings
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world sprinning round
And 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 sprinning round
Day after day
Day after day
Day after day
Day after day