The Fool on the Hill

The Fool On The Hill - Peter Lipa (彼得·利帕)

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 around

Well on his way his head in a cloud

The man of a thousand voices talking percetly 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

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