The Fool On The Hill (Lennon/McCartney)

 D             Em
Day after day alone on the hill,
 D                                        Em
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still,
 Em                  A 
But nobody wants to know him,
      D                        Bm
They can see that he's just a fool, 
    Em               A
And he never gives an answer,
      Dm    
But the fool on the hill
       Bb
Sees the sun going down,
       C 
And the eyes in his head,
       Dm
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 . . .


 .. by Bezzubov Alexandre.