Day after day, alone on the hill The man with the foolish grin Is keeping perfectly still But nobody wants to know him The 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 But 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 He never listens to them He know that they're the fool And 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 roundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
