Lyrics:

[pink floyd, 'meddle']

(d. gilmour / n. mason / r. waters / r. wright)



You say the hills too steep to climb,

Climb it!

You say youd like to see me try,

Climb it!

You pick the place and Ill choose the time

And Ill 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

Nothing waits, the magistrate turns round, frowning

I know 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