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