The Fool on the Hill
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 his 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, oh, oh
Round 'n round 'n round
'n round 'n round
And he never listens to them
He knows that they're the fools
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 'n round 'n round
'n round 'n round
Oh!
Writer/s: John Lennon, Paul McCartney
