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Don Quixote
Gordon Lightfoot Through the woodland, through the valley Comes a horseman wild and free Tilting at the windmills passing Who can the brave young horseman be He is strong but he is weak He is cruel but he is gentle He is wild but he is mellow He is wise but he is meek Reaching for his saddlebag Standing like a prophet bold He shouts across the ocean to the shore He takes a battered book into his hand Till he can shout no more I have come o'er moor and mountain Like the hawk upon the wing I was once a shining knight Who was the guardian of a king I have searched the whole world over I have seen the strong survive Looking for a place to sleep And I have seen the lean grown weak See the children of the earth See the gentry in the country Who wake to find the table bare Riding off to take the air Reaching for his saddlebag He shouts across the ocean to the shore He takes a rusty sword into his hand Then striking up a knightly pose Till he can shout no more See the jailor with his key Who locks away all trace of sin See the judge upon the bench Who tries the case as best he can Who feed upon life's sacred fire See the wise and wicked ones See the soldier with his gun Who must be dead to be admired See the man who buys and sells On the ones who dare not tell See the man who tips the needle See the man who puts the collar See the drunkard in the tavern Stemming gold to make ends meet See the youth in ghetto black Condemned to life upon the street Reaching for his saddlebag Then standing like a preacher now He takes a tarnished cross into his hand He shouts across the ocean to the shore Then in a blaze of tangled hooves He gallops off across the dusty plain Where no one will hear In vain to search again Through the woodland, through the valley Comes a horseman wild and free Tilting at the windmills passing Who can the brave young horseman be He is wild but he is mellow He is cruel but he is gentle He is strong but he is weak He is wise but he is meek sallysally@usa.net |
