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 trembling down. To the rumbling ground. And the missionary mystic of peace/love. Stumbled to cry among the clouds. Kicking back the pebbles.