Standard (EADGBE)

Solemn faced the village settles down, undetected by the stones

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.

(Chords the same until they pick up again)

Staring through the message in his eyes lies a solitary son

from the mountain called the 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 groans

Pronouncing gross diversion as the

label for the dog. Ooo it's the madness in his eyes

As he breaks the night to cry

Its really me, really you and really me

It's so hard for us to really

be, Really you, really me,

You'll lose me though I'm always really

free.

And the mountain moved it's eyes to the world and realized

Where the snow had saved a place for the wild-eyed boy from free cloud

(Same chords)

And the village dreadful cried as the moat 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 mountains hand.

And the magic in the stare of the wild-eyed boy said

"Stop Free Cloud, they won't think to cut me down, no, no, no!"

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 back to cry among the clouds

Kicking back the pebbles from the Free Cloud mountain's track.