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
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 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 spinning around
The man of a thousand voices 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 spinning around
And 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
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning around
They can tell what he wants to do
And he never shows his feelings
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning around
Round and round and round
He never listens to them
He knows that they're the fools
The don't like him
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning aroundHe never listens to them
He knows that they're the fools
The don't like him
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
A canção foi composta no piano na casa de pai de McCartney em Liverpool, "batendo um acorde D 6".
Acredita-se que a letra da canção faz referência a uma experiência vivida por Paul ao fazer um passeio em Londres (mais especificamente em Primrose Hill) quando estava amanhecendo, acompanhado de sua cachorra Martha (da canção Martha My Dear). De repente, apareceu um senhor de meia-idade, muito bem vestido com uma capa de chuva com cinto, como que surgido do nada. Ele então comentou qualquer coisa com Paul a respeito da paisagem do local e despediu-se. Quando Paul olhou novamente, ele havia desaparecido como num passe de mágica, da mesma forma misteriosa com que havia surgido. Naquela manhã, Paul teria comentado diversas vezes sobre o incidente.
"The Fool On The Hill era minha canção e eu acho que eu estava escrevendo sobre alguém como Maharishi. Seus detratores o chamaram de tolo. Por causa de sua risada, ele não era levado muito a sério. Foi essa idéia de um tolo na colina, um guru em uma caverna, que me atraiu." Paul McCartney, Many Years From Now, Barry Miles.
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