You

say

the

hill's

too

steep

to

climb

Chiding!

You

say

you'd

like

to

see

me

try

Climbing!

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

a-

bove

the

tree-

line

and

the

clouds

I

look

down

hear

the

sound

of

the

things

you

said

to-

day

Fear-

less-

ly

the

i-

diot

faced

the

crowd,

smiling

Mer-

ci-

less,

the

ma-

gis-

trate

turns

'round,

frowning

And

who's

the

fool

who

wears

the

crown

Go

down

in

your

own

way

And

ev-

ery-

day

is

the

right

day

And

as

you

rise

a-

bove

the

fear

lines

in

his

brown

You

look

down

Hear

the

sound

of

the

fa-

ces

in

the

crowd