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
