Day after day, on the hill, The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still. But nobody wants to know him, Thay can see that just a fool. And he never gives an anwer...
But the fool on the hill, See sun going down. the eyes 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 And he never seems to know this...
But the fool on the See the sun going down. And the eyes in his head, See the worl spinning around.
And nobody to like him, Thay can tell vhat he wants do. And he never shows his feelings,
But the on the hill, See the sun going down. And the eyes in his head, See the worl spinning around.