Song | Mercy of the Fallen |
Artist | Dar Williams |
Album | Many Great Companions |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 |
zuo ci : 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 |
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 |