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 . . .