Day after day

Alone on a hill

The man with the foolish grin

Is keeping perfectly still

But nobody wants to know him

They can see that he is 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 spinnig round

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

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 wants 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

Oh, round, round, round, round, round, round, round

And he never listen to them

He know that they are the fools

They don't like him

The fool on the hill

Sees the sun going down

And the eyes in his head

See the world spinning round

Oh, round, round, round, round, round, round, round