The Wild Eyed Boy From Freecloud

Solemn faced
The village settles down
Undetected by the stars
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 its bag
Blows his pipe of smolders
Blankets smoke into the room
And the day will end for some
As the night begins for one

Staring through the message in his eyes
Lies a solitary son
From the mountain called 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 yawns
Pronouncing gross diversion
As the label for the dog
Oh It's the madness in his eyes
As he breaks the night to cry

It's really Me
Really You
And really Me
It's so hard for us to really be
Really You
And really Me
You'll lose me though I'm always really free

And the mountain moved its eyes
To the world of realize
Where the snow had saved a place
For the Wild Eyed Boy from Freecloud

And the village dreadful cried
As the rope 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 mountain's hand
And the Magic in the stare
Of the Wild Eyed Boy, said
Stop, Freecloud
They won't think to cut me down"
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 to cry among the clouds
Kicking back the pebbles
From the Freecloud mountain track

Похожие новости.

My Wife’s Home Town

Well I didn't come here to deal with a doggone thing I just came here to hear the drop of cymbaline There ain't no way you can put me down I just wanna

Songs About Me

I met a guy on the red eye He spotted my guitar and said what do you do? I said, I sing for a living, Country music mixed with a little rock and a little

Party In The Usa

I hopped off the plane at LAX with a dream and a cardagain Welcome to the land of fame excess am i gonna fit in Jumped in the cab, here I am

Misty Mountains

La la la aaaa In a house on an island there's a tale that must be told of our mysterious Misty Mountains behind all the songs I wrote lives an old man in his shadow and they're

It’s Your Move

I don't understand it 'Cause you won't say yes But you don't say no You say you know we shouldn't You keep holding out But you don't let go I'm giving up on trying To sell you