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 that he's just a fool   And he never gives an answer   But the fool on the hill     Sees the sun going down  And the eyes 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 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 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  Day after day   Fool on the hill   Day after day   Fool on the hill   Day after day   Fool on the hill   Day after day after day after day after day   (transcribed by Roman )