Day after day, alone on the hill, The man with foolish grin is keeping perfectly still. But nobody wants to know him, Thay see that he's just a fool. And he never gives an anwer...
But the fool on the hill, See sun going down. And the in his head, See the worl spinning around.
Well on his his head in a cloud, The man of a thousand voices, talking perfectly loud. But nobody ever hears him, Or the sound he apears to make. he never seems to know this...
But the fool the hill, See the sun going down. And the eyes in his head, the worl spinning around.
And nobody seems to like him, Thay can tell vhat he wants to do. And he never shows his
But the on the hill, See the sun going down. And the eyes in his head, See the worl spinning around.