The Fool On The Hill - The Beatles
Day after day alone on the hill,
The man with the 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 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
And he never listens to them
He know that they're the fool
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, oh