The Mercy Of The Fallen

Oh, my fair

North Star

I have held to you dearly

I had 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

We'd 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 placeTo 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