Dar Williams - Mercy of the fallen

Oh my f^Fair North S^Gtar I have ^Amheld to you de^Farly I had a^Fsked you to s^Fteer me 'Til one ^Fcloud-scattered n^Gight I got l^Fost in my tr^Gavels I met ^AmLeo the l^Fion Met a k^Fing and met a gia^Fnt With their e^Frrant li^Gght ^G7

There's the w^Amind and the r^Emain And the me^Frcy of the fallen Who say t^Fhey have no c^Glaim to know what's ^Amright ^F

There's the w^Feak and the str^Gong And the b^Ameds that have no ^Fanswer And that's w^Fhere I may r^Gest my head t^Amonight ^F

I saw a^Fll the bright p^Geople In i^Ammposing flocks they l^Fanded And they ^Fgot what they de^Fmanded And they s^Fcratched at the gr^Gound

Then they ^Fflew and the f^Gear Grew as s^Amweetly for the fl^Fightless Who had l^Fonging yet desp^Fite this Who could h^Fear every so^Gund ^G7

There's the w^Amind and the r^Emain And the me^Frcy of the fallen Who say t^Fhey have no c^Glaim to know what's ^Amright ^F

And if your s^Fister or your br^Gother Were st^Amumbling on their l^Fast mile In a s^Felf-inflicted ^Fexile You'd wish for th^Fem a humble fr^Giend

And I h^Fope somed^Gay That the ^Ambest of Falstaff's pla^Fnners Give me s^Feven half-built ma^Fnors Where h^Falf dreams may d^Gream without ^Amend ^G

There's the w^Amind and the r^Emain And the me^Frcy of the fallen Who say H^Fey, it's not ^Gmy place to know wha^Amt's righ^Ft

There's the w^Feak and the str^Gong And the m^Amany stars that guid^Fe us We have so^Fme of them ins^Fide us ^{F G F}