Oh my fair North Star I have held to you dearly I had asked you to steer me To one cloud scattered night I got lost and in my travels I met Leo the Lion Met and a king and met a giant With their errant might 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 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 And if your sister or your brother Were stumbling on their last mile In a self-inflicted exile You'd 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