Solemn faced the village settles down, undetected by the stones
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 it s bag.
Blows his pipe of smolders, blankets
smoke into the room, and the day will end for some.
As the night begins for one.
(Chords the same until they pick up again)
Staring through the message in his eyes lies a solitary son
from the mountain called the 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 groans
Pronouncing gross diversion as the
label for the dog. Ooo it s the madness in his eyes
As he breaks the night to cry
Its really me, really you and really me
It s so hard for us to really
be, Really you, really me,
You ll lose me though I m always really
free.
And the mountain moved it s eyes to the world and realized
Where the snow had saved a place for the wild-eyed boy from free cloud
(Same chords)
And the village dreadful cried as the moat 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 mountains hand.
And the magic in the stare of the wild-eyed boy said
"Stop Free Cloud, they won t think to cut me down, no, no, no!"
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 back to cry among the clouds
Kicking back the pebbles from the Free Cloud mountain s track.
