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, undetected by the stones
        A                 A#°
And the hangman plays the mandolin before he goes to
D D/C# D/C     D/B               Bb6 
Sleep, and the last thing on his mind 
       A             A#°    
is the wild-eyed boy imprisoned 'neath the
D                D/C# D/C          D/B            Bb6       
covered wooden shaft,    folds the rope into it's bag.  
A                 A#°
Blows his pipe of smolders,  blankets
D              D/C#    D/C   D/B              Bb6                    
smoke into the room , and 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#°        
It's so hard for us to really 
D D/C# D/C      D/B         Bb6
be,      Really you, really me,
       A                  A#°
You'll lose me though I'm always really
D  D/C#  D/C  D/B  C   C   C   C
free.
        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.