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 
Track.