You say the hill's too steep to climb
Climbing
You say you'd like to see me try
Climbing
You pick the place and I'll choose thet ime
And I'll climb the hill in my own way
Just wait a while for the right day
And as I rise above the tree-line and the clouds
I look down, hearing the sound
Of the things you've said today
Fearlessly the Idiot faced the crowd
Smiling
Merciless the magistrate turns 'round
Frowning
And who's the fool who wears the crown
No doubt in your own way
And everyday is the right day
And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow
You look down, hear the sound
Of the faces in the crowd
Writer(s): David Jon Gilmour, George Roger Waters
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