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 tumbling 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
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