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Solemn faced |
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The village settles down |
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Undetected by the stars |
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And the hangman plays the mandolin before he goes to sleep |
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And the last thing on his mind |
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Is the wild eyed boy imprisoned |
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'Neath the covered wooden shaft |
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Folds the rope into its bag |
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Blows his pipe of smoulders |
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Blankets smoke into the room |
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And the day will end for some |
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As the night begins for one |
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Staring through the message in his eyes |
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Lies a solitary son |
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From the mountain called Freecloud |
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Where the eagle dare not fly |
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And the patience in his sigh |
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Gives no indication |
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For the townsmen to decide |
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So the village Dreadful yawns |
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Pronouncing gross diversion |
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As the label for the dog |
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Oh it's the madness in his eyes |
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As he breaks the night to cry: |
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It's really me |
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Really you |
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And really me |
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It's so hard for us to really be |
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Really you |
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And really me |
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You'll lose me though I'm always really free |
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And the mountain moved its eyes |
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To the world of realise |
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Where the snow had saved a place |
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For the wild eyed boy from Freecloud |
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And the village Dreadful cried |
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As the rope began to rise |
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For the smile stayed on the face |
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Of the wide-eyed boy from Freecloud |
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And the women once proud |
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Clutched the heart of the crowd |
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As the boulders smashed down from the mountain's hand |
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And the magic in the stare |
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Of the wild eyed boy said |
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Stop, Freecloud |
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They won't think to cut me down |
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But the cottages fell |
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Like a playing card hell |
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And the tears on the face of the wise boy |
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Came tumbling down |
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To the rumbling ground |
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And the missionary mystic of peace/love |
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Stumbled back to cry among the clouds |
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Kicking back the pebbles |
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From the Freecloud mountain track |
![Wild Eyed Boy From Freecloud (Live) [Stereo]](/storage/18/176038.jpg "Wild Eyed Boy From Freecloud (Live) [Stereo]")