Fool on the Hill
Sergio_Mendes_and_Brasil_66 Lyrics

Day after day alone on the hill,
Each day the man spends alone on the hill.

The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still,
Despite his silly grin, the man remains motionless.

But nobody wants to know him,
No one shows interest in getting to know him.

They can see that he's just a fool,
People can easily see that he's a simple, foolish man.

And he never gives an answer,
He never responds to anyone's questions.

But the fool on the hill Sees the sun going down,
Despite being ignored, he still takes in the beauty of the sunset from his vantage point up high.

And the eyes in his head, See the world spinning around.
His unique perspective allows him to see the world turning while he's still.

Well on his way his head in a cloud,
Lost in thought, he wanders on his path with his head high up in the clouds.

The man of a thousand voices talking percetly loud
He has a multitude of things to say, but he keeps saying them loudly without getting heard.

But nobody ever hears him,
No one pays attention to his words.

Or the sound he appears to make,
They don't acknowledge the noise he produces.

And he never seems to notice,
He doesn't seem to mind being ignored.

But the fool on the hill, Nobody seems to like him
Nobody seems to take a liking to him, despite his friendly demeanor.

They can tell what he wants to do.
They can predict what his intentions may be.

And he never shows his feelings,
He always keeps his emotions hidden.

But the fool on the hill
Despite being looked down upon, he still finds joy and peace on his hill.