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.