You say the hill's too steep to climb,    Climb it!    You say you'd like to see me try,    Climb it!    You pick the place and I'll choose the time    And I'll climb    The hill in my own way    just wait a while, for the right day    And as I rise above the treeline and the clouds    I look down hear the sound of the things you said today    Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling    Emotionless the magistrate turns 'round, frowning    and who's the fool who wears the crown    Go down in your own way    And everyday is the right day    And as you rise above the fearlines in the frown    You look down    Hear the sound of the faces in the crowd