meddle albümünden.

you say the hill's too steep to climb
just climb it
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 tree lines 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?
and go down in your own way
and every day is the right day
and as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow
you look down
hear the sound of the faces in the crowd

"you will never walk alone"