| D | D/C# | D/C | D/B | Bb6 | C | E7sus | E7 | D | D/C# | D/C | D/B | Bb6 | |
| Solemn faced the | village settles | down, unde | tected by the | stones |
| A | A#dim | |
| And the | hangman plays the | mandolin before he goes to |
| D | D/C# | D/C | D/B | Bb6 | |
| Sl | eep, | and the | last thing on his | mind |
| A | A#dim | |
| is the | wild-eyed boy | imprisoned 'neath the |
| D | D/C# | D/C | D/B | Bb6 | |
| covered wooden sh | aft, | folds the | rope into it's | bag. |
| A | A#dim | |
| Blows his pipe of | smolders, blankets |
| D | D/C# | D/C | D/B | Bb6 | |
| smoke into the | room, an | d the | day will end for | some. |
| C | G | F | E7sus | E7 | |
| 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 |
| C | G | |
| As he | breaks the night to | cry |
| D | D/C# | D/C | D/B | Bb6 | |
| Its really | me | , | really | you and really | me |
| A | A#dim | |
| It's so hard for | us to really |
| D | D/C# | D/C | D/B | Bb6 | |
| be | , | Really | you, really | me, |
| A | A#dim | |
| You'll | lose me though I'm | always really |
| D | D/C# | D/C | D/B | C | C | C | C | |
| fre | e. |
| C | C7 | |
| And the | mountain moved it's eyes to the | world and realized |
| Bb | Ab | C | E7sus | E7 | |
| 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. |
| G | C | |
| And the | women once proud clutched the | heart of the crowd |
| G | C | |
| as the | boulders smashed down from the | mountains hand. |
| Am | C | |
| And the | magic in the stare of the | wild-eyed boy said |
| Am | C | E7sus | E7 | |
| "Stop Free Cloud, | they won't think to | cut me down, no, no, | no!" |
| F | C | F | C | |
| But the | cottages | fell like a | playing card | hell |
| Bb | F | C | |
| and the | tears on the | face of the | wise boy |
| F | C | F | C | |
| came | trembling | down to the | rumbling | ground |
| Bb | F | C | |
| and the | missionary | mystic of | peace/love |
| D | D/C# | D/C | D/B | Bb6 | |
| Stumbled back to | cry among the | clouds |
| A | A#sus | D | D/C# | C | |
| Kicking back the | pebbles from the | Free Cloud | mountain's | track. |
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