| Song | Mercy of the Fallen |
| Artist | Dar Williams |
| Album | The Beauty of the Rain |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Williams | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Williams | |
| 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 selfinflicted exile | |
| You' d wish for them a humble friend | |
| And I hope someday | |
| That the best of Falstaff' s planners | |
| Give me seven halfbuilt 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 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 |
| zuò cí : Williams | |
| 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 selfinflicted exile | |
| You' d wish for them a humble friend | |
| And I hope someday | |
| That the best of Falstaff' s planners | |
| Give me seven halfbuilt 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 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 |