The Fool on the Hill - Maria Augusta

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 he’s just a fool

And he never gives an answer

But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down

And the eys 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 appearss 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

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