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 wide-eyed boy from Freecloud      And the women once proud   Clutched the heart of the crowd   As theboulders 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.