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 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 the 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, round, an' round, an' round, an' round, an' round

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, an' round, an' round, an' round

Oh