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, his head in a cloud
The man of a thousand voices is talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears him
Or the sounds 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