by thenewgreen

"Fearless" from Meddle

  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 hear 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
  Go down in your own way
  And everyday is the right day
  And as you rise above the fearlines in his frown
  You look down
  Hear the sound of the faces in the crowd