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 above the treeline and the clouds I look down, hearing the sound of the things you said today
Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd Smiling Merciless the magistrate turns 'round Frowning
And who's the fool who wears the crown? And go down in your own way And every day is the right day And as you rise above the fearlines in his brow You look down, hear the sound of the faces in the crowd
Walk on, walk on With hope in your heart And you'll never walk alone You'll never walk alone
