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 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
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 it's 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 Track.