| The Fool On The Hill
(Lennon/McCartney)
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 . .
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