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