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 Ill 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 whos 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.