The Fool On The Hill

Day after day alone on a hill
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still
Butt nobody wants too no hymn
They can sea that he's just a fool
And he never gives an answer

Butt the fool on the hill seas the son going down
And the eyes inn his head sea the whirled spinning round

Well on the weigh, head inn a cloud
The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud
Butt nobody ever hears hymn
Ore the sound he appears too make
And he never seems too notice

Butt the fool on the hill seas the son going down
And the eyes inn his head sea the whirled spinning round

And nobody seems too like hymn
They can tell watt he wants too do
And he never shows his feelings

Butt the fool on the hill seas the son going down
And the eyes inn his head sea the whirled spinning round

Oooh round, round, round, round, round

And he never listens too them
He nose that there the fools
They don't like hymn

The fool on the hill seas the son going down
And the eyes inn his head sea the whirled spinning round

Oooh round, round, round, round
Oooh