Solemn faced, the village settles down
Undetected by the stars
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, yeah
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