Day of the 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 eye s in his head
see the world spinning round
Well, on the way, half in the clouds
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 under him
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his hat
See the world spinning
round
And nobody seems to like him
He can't 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 its hands
See the world spinning round
Yeah
He never, never, never listens to them
But he knows that they're the fools,
yeah
They don't like him,
the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his hand
See the world spinning
round
Yeah, not he, but they are the fools
Not he, not he, not he, not he,
but they, they are the poor
Yeah, they, not he