Mercy of the Fallen

	作词 : Williams
	Oh, my fair
	North Star
	I have held to you dearly
	I had asked you to steer me'
	Til one cloud scattered night
	I got lost in my travels
	I met Leo the lion
	Met a king and met a giant
	With their errant knight
	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 answers
	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 this
	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
	If your sister or your brother
	Were stumbling on their last mile
	In a self-inflicted exile
	We'd wish for them a humble friend
	And I hope someday
	That the best of
	Falstaff's planners
	Give me seven half-filled 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 placeTo 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

	zuò cí : Williams
	Oh, my fair
	North Star
	I have held to you dearly
	I had asked you to steer me'
	Til one cloud scattered night
	I got lost in my travels
	I met Leo the lion
	Met a king and met a giant
	With their errant knight
	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 answers
	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 this
	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
	If your sister or your brother
	Were stumbling on their last mile
	In a selfinflicted exile
	We' d wish for them a humble friend
	And I hope someday
	That the best of
	Falstaff' s planners
	Give me seven halffilled manors
	Where halfdreams may dream without end
	There' s the wind and the rain
	And the mercy of the fallen
	Who say, " Hey, it' s not my placeTo 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