Karaoké 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 wild but he is mellow

He is strong but he is weak

He is cruel but he is gentle

He is wise but he is meek

Reaching for his saddlebag

He takes a battered book into his hand

And standing like a prophet bold

He shouts across the ocean to the shore '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

Looking for a place to sleep

I have seen the strong survive and I have seen the lean grown weak

See the children of the earth who wake to find the table bare

See the gentry in the country riding off to take the air

Reaching for his saddlebag

He takes a rusty sword into his hand

Then striking up a knightly pose

He shouts across the ocean to the shore '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

See the wise and wicked ones who feed upon life's sacred fire

See the soldier with his gun who must be dead to be admired

See the man who tips the needle

See the man who buys and sells

See the man who puts the collar on the ones who dare not tell

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

He takes a tarnished cross into his hand

Standing like a preacher now

He shouts across the ocean to the shore

Then in a blaze of tangled hooves he gallops off across the dusty plain

In vain to search again where no one will hear

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 strong but he is weak

He is cruel but he is gentle

He is wise but he is meek