Capo II
Oh my f[G]air North S[D]tar
I have [Em]held to you de[C]arly
I had a[G]sked you to s[C]teer me
'Til one [G]cloud-scattered n[D]ight
I got l[G]ost in my tr[D]avels
I met [Em]Leo the l[C]ion
Met a k[G]ing and met a gia[C]nt
With their e[G]rrant li[D]ght [D7]
There's the w[Em]ind and the r[Bm]ain
And the me[C]rcy of the fallen
Who say t[G]hey have no c[D]laim to know what's [Em]right [C]
There's the w[G]eak and the str[D]ong
And the b[Em]eds that have no [C]answer
And that's w[G]here I may r[D]est my head t[Em]onight[C]
I saw a[G]ll the bright p[D]eople
In i[Em]mposing flocks they l[C]anded
And they [G]got what they de[C]manded
And they s[G]cratched at the gr[D]ound
Then they [G]flew and the f[D]ear
Grew as s[Em]weetly for the fl[C]ightless
Who had l[G]onging yet desp[C]ite this
Who could h[G]ear every so[D]und[D7]
There's the w[Em]ind and the r[Bm]ain
And the me[C]rcy of the fallen
Who say t[G]hey have no c[D]laim to know what's [Em]right [C]
[G] [D]
[Em] [C]
[G] [D] [Em] [C]
And if your s[G]ister or your br[D]other
Were st[Em]umbling on their l[C]ast mile
In a s[G]elf-inflicted [C]exile
You'd wish for th[G]em a humble fr[D]iend
And I h[G]ope somed[D]ay
That the [Em]best of Falstaff's pla[C]nners
Give me s[G]even half-built ma[C]nors
Where h[G]alf dreams may d[D]ream without [Em]end[D]
There's the w[Em]ind and the r[Bm]ain
And the me[C]rcy of the fallen
Who say H[G]ey, it's not [D]my place to know wha[Em]t's righ[C]t
There's the w[G]eak and the str[D]ong
And the m[Em]any stars that guid[C]e us
We have so[G]me of them ins[C]ide us[G][D][G]
Oh my f[G]air North S[D]tar
I have [Em]held to you de[C]arly
I had a[G]sked you to s[C]teer me
'Til one [G]cloud-scattered n[D]ight
I got l[G]ost in my tr[D]avels
I met [Em]Leo the l[C]ion
Met a k[G]ing and met a gia[C]nt
With their e[G]rrant li[D]ght [D7]
There's the w[Em]ind and the r[Bm]ain
And the me[C]rcy of the fallen
Who say t[G]hey have no c[D]laim to know what's [Em]right [C]
There's the w[G]eak and the str[D]ong
And the b[Em]eds that have no [C]answer
And that's w[G]here I may r[D]est my head t[Em]onight[C]
I saw a[G]ll the bright p[D]eople
In i[Em]mposing flocks they l[C]anded
And they [G]got what they de[C]manded
And they s[G]cratched at the gr[D]ound
Then they [G]flew and the f[D]ear
Grew as s[Em]weetly for the fl[C]ightless
Who had l[G]onging yet desp[C]ite this
Who could h[G]ear every so[D]und[D7]
There's the w[Em]ind and the r[Bm]ain
And the me[C]rcy of the fallen
Who say t[G]hey have no c[D]laim to know what's [Em]right [C]
[G] [D]
[Em] [C]
[G] [D] [Em] [C]
And if your s[G]ister or your br[D]other
Were st[Em]umbling on their l[C]ast mile
In a s[G]elf-inflicted [C]exile
You'd wish for th[G]em a humble fr[D]iend
And I h[G]ope somed[D]ay
That the [Em]best of Falstaff's pla[C]nners
Give me s[G]even half-built ma[C]nors
Where h[G]alf dreams may d[D]ream without [Em]end[D]
There's the w[Em]ind and the r[Bm]ain
And the me[C]rcy of the fallen
Who say H[G]ey, it's not [D]my place to know wha[Em]t's righ[C]t
There's the w[G]eak and the str[D]ong
And the m[Em]any stars that guid[C]e us
We have so[G]me of them ins[C]ide us[G][D][G]
