| Song | The Fool on the Hill |
| Artist | Gal Costa |
| Album | Gal Bossa Tropical |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Day after day alone on a 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 sprinning round | |
| Well on the way, head in a cloud | |
| The man of a thousand voices | |
| Is talking perfectly 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 | |
| Sees the sun going down | |
| And the eyes in his head | |
| See the world sprinning round | |
| And nobody seems to like him | |
| They can tell what he wants to do | |
| And he never show his feelings | |
| But the fool on the hill | |
| Sees the sun going down | |
| And the eyes in his head | |
| See the world sprinning round | |
| And he never listens to them | |
| He knows that they´re the fools | |
| They don´t like him | |
| The fool on the hill | |
| Sees the sun going down | |
| And the eyes in his head | |
| See the world sprinning round | |
| Day after day | |
| Day after day | |
| Day after day | |
| Day after day. |
| Day after day alone on a 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 sprinning round | |
| Well on the way, head in a cloud | |
| The man of a thousand voices | |
| Is talking perfectly 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 | |
| Sees the sun going down | |
| And the eyes in his head | |
| See the world sprinning round | |
| And nobody seems to like him | |
| They can tell what he wants to do | |
| And he never show his feelings | |
| But the fool on the hill | |
| Sees the sun going down | |
| And the eyes in his head | |
| See the world sprinning round | |
| And he never listens to them | |
| He knows that they re the fools | |
| They don t like him | |
| The fool on the hill | |
| Sees the sun going down | |
| And the eyes in his head | |
| See the world sprinning round | |
| Day after day | |
| Day after day | |
| Day after day | |
| Day after day. |
| Day after day alone on a 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 sprinning round | |
| Well on the way, head in a cloud | |
| The man of a thousand voices | |
| Is talking perfectly 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 | |
| Sees the sun going down | |
| And the eyes in his head | |
| See the world sprinning round | |
| And nobody seems to like him | |
| They can tell what he wants to do | |
| And he never show his feelings | |
| But the fool on the hill | |
| Sees the sun going down | |
| And the eyes in his head | |
| See the world sprinning round | |
| And he never listens to them | |
| He knows that they re the fools | |
| They don t like him | |
| The fool on the hill | |
| Sees the sun going down | |
| And the eyes in his head | |
| See the world sprinning round | |
| Day after day | |
| Day after day | |
| Day after day | |
| Day after day. |