Solemn faced
The village settles down
Undetected by the stars

And the hangman plays the mandolin before he goes to sleep
And the last thing on his mind
Is the Wild Eyed Boy imprisoned

Neath the covered wooden shaft
Folds the rope
Into its bag

Blows his pipe of smolders
Blankets smoke into the room
And the day will end for some

As the night begins for one

Staring through the message in his eyes

Lies a solitary son
From the mountain called Freecloud
Where the eagle dare not fly

And the patience in his sigh
Gives no indication
For the townsmen to decide

So the village Dreadful yawns
Pronouncing gross diversion
As the label for the dog

Oh It's the madness in his eyes
As he breaks the night to cry


It's really Me
Really You
And really Me

It's so hard for us to really be
Really You
And really Me

You'll lose me though I'm always really free

And the mountain moved its eyes

To the world of realize
Where the snow had saved a place
For the Wild Eyed Boy from Freecloud


And the village dreadful cried
As the rope began to rise

For the smile stayed on the face
Of the wild eyed boy from freecloud


And the women once proud
Clutched the heart of the crowd
As the boulders smashed down from the mountain's hand

And the Magic in the stare
Of the Wild Eyed Boy, said
Stop, Freecloud

They won't think to cut me down"
But the cottages fell
Like a playing card hell

And the tears on the face
Of the Wise Boy
Came trembling down

To the rumbling ground
And the missionary mystic of peace/love
Stumbled to cry among the clouds

Kicking back the pebbles
From the Freecloud mountain track