The fool on the hill

Day after day alone on a hill
the man with a 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 spinning round.
Well on the way, head in a cloud
the man of thousand voices talking
perfectly loud.
But nobody ever hears him
of 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 spinning round....
And nobody seems to like him
they can tell what he want to do
and he never shows his feelings
But the fool on the hill,
sees the sun going down
and the eyes in his head
see the world spinning round...

He never listens to them
he knows that they're the fools
They don´t like him;
the fool on the hill....