The Fool On A Hill
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 Bm They can see that he's just a fool, Em A And he never gives an answer, Dm But the fool on the hill Bb 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.