Hey-da man the fool on the hill,
Know-ah, where, nun... spinning round, yea.


And maybe I'll find me a sailor, a tailor.
And maybe together we'll make mother well.
So I got me some horses to ride on, to ride on,
As long as your army keeps perfectly still.
Ah, hah, an you showed me the meadow, and milkwood, and silkwood.
And you would if I would, but you never would.
So I chased down your posies, your pansies in my hosies,
Then opened my hands and they were empty then.


An the fool on the hill, spinning round and round.
An the fool on the hill, she takes me to you, down-down-down-down,
I said a-na-na-na, fool on the hill, hey...
Lucky girl, lucky girl...


And if there is a way to find you I will find you.
But will you find me if Neil makes me a tree.
An afro, a Pharaoh, I can't go you said so.
And but threads that are golden don't break easily.
So I got me... some horses...


And spinning round, and you've got me spinning round,
I know, and you that fool, la-la-la-lucky girl, lucky girl...


Hey, as long as, yes. As long as your amy keeps perfectly still,
Hm, perfectly, yes, perfectly still, still, still.