

| D6 | G6 | |
| Day after day alo | ne on the hill, |
| D6 | G6 | |
| The ma | n with the foolish grin is keeping perfect | ly still, |
| Em | A7 | |
| But nob | ody wants to know him, |
| D | Bm | |
| They can see th | at he's just a fool, |
| Em | A7 | |
| And he | never gives an answer, |
| Dm | Bb | Dm | |
| But the fool | on | the hil | l |
| Bb | |
| Sees the sun g | oing down, |
| C | |
| And the eyes | in his head, |
| Dm | Bb | Dm | D | |
| See the | world | spinning ar | ound. |
| Well on his way his 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 around. |
| 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 around. |
| He never listens to them, |
| He knows that they are 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 around. |