you say the hill s to steep to climb trying you say you d like to see me try climbing you pick the place and i ll choose the time and i ll climb the hill in my own way just wait a while for the right day and as i rise above the treelines and the clouds i look down hearing the sounds of the things you ve said today fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd smiling mercyless the magistrate turns round frowning and who s the fool who wears the crown go down in your own way and every day is the right day and as you rise above the fearlines in his crown you look down hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd