The Fool on the Hill Songtext

von Peter Lipa

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 he's just a fool
And he never gives an answer

Well on the way, his 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

Day after day, alone on a hill
The man with the foolish grin
Is keeping perfectly still
He never listens to them
He knows that they are the fools
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 spinning round

Fool on the hill

See the sun going down

And the eyes in his head
And the eyes in his head

See the world
Spinning round

See the sun going down

Spin around

Around around around around around around