Oh my fair North Star   I have held to your dearly   I have asked you to steer me   To one cloud scattered night   I got lost in my travels   I met Leo the Lion   Met and 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   Then they flew and the field   Grew as sweetly for the flightless   Who had longing yet despite   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