D G/D
Day after day, alone on a hill,
D
the man with the foolish grim
G/D
is keeping perfectly still.
Em7 A
But nobody wants to know him,
D Bm7
they can see that heÂ’s just a fool,
Em7 A
a he never gives an answer.
Dm Gm/D Dm
But the fool on the hill
Bb/D
sees the sun going down,
Gm6
and the eyes in his head
Am/D D
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...
[D G/D] x2
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...
[D G/D] x2
He never listen to them,
he knows that theyÂ’re the fools,
they donÂ’t like him.
The fool on the hill...
