Текст: Beatles, The. The Fool On The Hill.

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 he?s just a fool

And he never gives an answer.

But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down

And the eys 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 appearss 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.

He never listens to them,

He knows that they?re 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 round.