Day after day alone on a hill,
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still,
(1)
They can see that he's just a fool,
And he never gives an answer,
(2)
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
(3)
Or the sound he appears to make,
And he never seems to notice,
But the fool on the hill
(4)
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning round.
And nobody seems to like him
(5)
And he never shows his feelings,
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down,
(6)
See the world spinning round.
(7)
He knows that they're the fool
(8)
The fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning round.