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 light



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 answer

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

And then they flew

And the field grew as sweetly as for the flightless

Who have 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

There's the weak and the strong

and the beds that have no answer

And  that's where I may rest my head tonight



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-built 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