oh my fair north star

i have held to you dearly

i had asked you to steer me

till one cloud scattered night

i got lost

and 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 syay 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 langed

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 syay 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

you'd hope they'd meet 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 they have no claim to know what's right

there's the weak and the strong

and the many stars to guide us