You say the hillŽs too steep to climb
Climbing
You say youŽd like to see me try
Climbing
You pick the place and IŽll choose the time
And IŽll climb the hill in my own way
Just wait a while for the right day
And as I rise above the tree-line and the clouds
I look down, hearing the sound
Of the things youŽve said today
Fearlessly the Idiot faced the crowd
Smiling
Merciless the magistrate turns 'round
Frowning
And whoŽs the fool who wears the crown
No doubt in your own way
And everyday is the right day
And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow
You look down, hear the sound
Of the faces in the crowd
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