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 crown
As the boulders smashed down from the mountains 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 the playing card hell
The tears on the face of a 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 freecloud mountain track