The Mercy of the Fallen - Dar Williams

Oh my fair North Star

I have held to you dearly

I have asked you to steer me Til one cloud scattered night

I got lost in my travels

I met Leo the Lion

Met a king and met a giant, with their errant knight

There’s the wind

And the rain

And the mercy of the fallen

Who say they have no claim

To know what’s right

There’s the weak

And the strong

And the beds that have no answers

And that’s where I may rest my head tonight

I saw all the bright people

In imposing flocks they landed

And they got what they demanded

And they scratched at the ground

Then they flew, and the field

Grew as sweetly for the flightless

Who had longing yet despite this

They could hear every sound

There’s the wind

And the rain

And the mercy of the fallen

Who say they have no claim

To know what’s right

If your sister or your brother were stumbling on their last mile

In a self-inflicted exile

Wish for them a humble friend

And I hope someday that the best of Falstaff’s planners

Give me seven half-filled manors

Where half-dreams may dream

Without end

There’s the wind

And the rain

And the mercy of the fallen

Who say, «Hey, it’s not my place

To know what’s right»

There’s the weak

And the strong

And the many stars that guide us We have some of them inside us