The Fool on the Hill

Day after day, alone on a hill
The man with the foolish grin
Is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him
They see he's just a fool
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
All he sees is spinning

Well on the way, head in a cloud
The man of a thousand voices
Talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears him
Or the sound he appears to make
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
He sees it all

And nobody seems to like him
They can tell what he wants to do
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
Round
He sees it all

He never listens to them
He knows that they're the fool
And they don't like him

But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head see the world, see the world
He sees the world
He sees the world, he sees the world spinning round
He sees it