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'l
l choose the timeAnd I'll climbThe hill in my own wayjust wait a while, for the right dayAnd as I rise above the treeline a
nd the cloudsI look down hear the sound of the things you said todayFearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smilingEmotionless
the magistrate turns 'round, frowningand who's the fool who wears the crownGo down in your own wayAnd everyday is the right
dayAnd as you rise above the fearlines in the frownYou look downHear the sound of the faces in the crowd