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 he?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 they?re the fools,
they don?t like him.

The fool on the hill...