Song | The Fool On the Hill |
Artist | Shirley Bassey |
Album | Sings The Standards |
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Day after day alone on the 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 around. | |
Well on his way his head in a cloud, | |
The man of a thousand voices talking percetly 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 . . . | |
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 . . . | |
He never listens to them, he knows that they磖e the fool | |
They dont like him, the fool on the hill |
Day after day alone on the 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 around. | |
Well on his way his head in a cloud, | |
The man of a thousand voices talking percetly 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 . . . | |
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 . . . | |
He never listens to them, he knows that they la e the fool | |
They dont like him, the fool on the hill |
Day after day alone on the 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 around. | |
Well on his way his head in a cloud, | |
The man of a thousand voices talking percetly 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 . . . | |
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 . . . | |
He never listens to them, he knows that they lá e the fool | |
They dont like him, the fool on the hill |