You say the hill's too steep to climb, 

Climb it! 

You say you'd like to see me try, 

Climb it! 

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 treeline and the clouds 

I look down hear the sound of the things you said today 

Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling 

Emotionless the magistrate turns 'round, frowning 

and who's the fool who wears the crown 

Go down in your own way 

And everyday is the right day 

And as you rise above the fearlines in the frown 

You look down 

Hear the sound of the faces in the crowd