Day after day, alone on a hill
The man with the foolish grin
Is keeping perfectly still
Nobody wants to know him
They can see that he's just a fool
And he never gives an answer
But the fool on a hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round
Well on the way, his head in a cloud
The man with a thousand voices
Talking perfectly loud
Nobody ever hears him
Or the sounds he appears to make
And he never seems to notice
But the fool on a hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round
Nobody seems to like him
They can tell what he wants to do
And he never shows his feelings
But the fool on a hill
Sees the sun going, going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round
Fool on the hill
Sees the world spinning round
Fool on the hill
Fool on a hill