The Fool On The Hill (Lennon/McCartney)
D Em
Day after day alone on the hill,
D Em
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still,
Em A
But nobody wants to know him,
D Hm
They can see that he's just a fool,
Em A
And he never gives an answer,
Dm
But the fool on the hill
A#
Sees the sun going down,
C
And the eyes in his head,
Dm
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 . . .
.. by Bezzubov Alexandre.
