I recall how we lived

On the corner of a bed

And we'd speak of a Swedish room

Of hessian and wood

And we'd talk with our eyes

Of the sweetness in our lives

And tomorrows of rich surprise...

Some things we could do.



In our madness

We burnt one hundred days,

Time takes time to pass

And I still hold some ashes to me,

An Occasional Dream.



And we'd sleep,oh so close,

But not really close our eyes

'Tween the sheets of summer bathed in blue...

Gently weeping nights

It was long,long ago

And I can't touch your name.

For the days of fate were strong for you...

Danced you far from me.



In my madness

I see your face in mine.

I keep a photograph,

It burns my wall with time

Time,

An Occasional Dream

Of mine.

An Occasional Dream

Of mine.

An Occasional Dream

Of mine.



Wild Eyed Boy From Freecloud

---- ---- --- ---- ---------

Solemn faced,

The village settles down,

Undetected my 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 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 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 his 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 back to cry among the clouds,

Kicking back the pebbles

>From the Freecloud mountain

Track.



God Knows I'm Good

--- ----- --- ----

I was walking through the counters of a national concern

And a cash machine was spitting by my shoulder.

And I saw the multitude of faces,honest,rich and clean

As the merchandise exchanged and money roared.

And a woman hot with worry slyly slipped a tin of stewing steak

Into the paper bag at her side.

And her face was white with fear in case her actions were observed

So she closed her eyes to keep her conscience blind.



Crying

"God knows I'm good,

God knows I'm good,

God knows I'm good,

God may look the other way today.

God knows I'm good,

God knows I'm good,

God knows I'm good,

God may look the other way today."



Then she moved towards the exit clutching tightly at her paper bag.

Persperation trickled down her forehead.

And her heart it leapt inside her as the hand laid uponm her shoulder,

She was led away bewildered and amazed.

Through her deafened ears the cash machines were shrieking on the counter



As her escort asked her softly for her name.

And a crowd of honest people rushed to help a tired old lady

Who had fainted to the whirling wooden floor.



Crying

" God knows I'm good,

God knows I'm good,

God knows I'm good,

Surely God won't look the other way

God knows I'm good,

God knows I'm good,

God knows I'm good,

Surely God won't look the other way