You say the hill's too steep to climb, Jidy You say you'd like to see me try, climbing You pick the place, I'll choose the time And I'll climb that hill in my own way Just wait awhile for the right day And as I rise above the tree line and the clouds I look down, hearin' the sound of the things you said today.
Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling Bustle as 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 fear lines in his brow You look down Hear the sound of the faces in the ground
