Standard (EADGBE)

 FILL,

You say the hill's too steep to climb

Climb it

You say you'd like to see me try

Climbing

You pick the place and 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'll look down hear the sounds of the things you said today

 FILL,

Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd

Smiling.

Merciless the magistrate turns round

Frowning.

And who’s the fool who wears the crown?

No doubt,

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 crowd.