Don quiote Lyrics

Don quiote Lyrics

Through the woodland, through the valley
Comes a horseman wild and free
Tilting at the windmills passing
Who can the brave young horseman be?
He is wild but he is mellow
He is strong but he is weak
He is cruel but he is gentle
He is wise but he is meek

Reaching for his saddle bag he takes a battered book into his hand
Standing like a prophet fool he shouts across the ocean to the shore
‘Til he can shout no more

I have come among the mountain
Like the hawk upon a wing
I was once the shining knight
Who was the guardian of a king

I have searched the whole world over
Looking for a place to sleep
I have seen the strong survive
And I have seen the lean grow weak

See the children of the earth who wake to find the table there
See the Gentry in the country riding off to take the air

Reaching for his saddle bag he takes a rusty sword into his hand
Then striking up a knightly pose he shouts across the ocean to the shore
‘Til he can shout no more

See the jailer with his key who locks away all trace of sin
See the judge upon the bench who tries the case as best he can
See the wise and wicked ones who feed upon life’s sacred fire
See the soldier with his gun who must be dead to be admired
See the man who tips the needle see the man who buys and sells
See the man who puts the collar on the ones who dare not tell
See the drunkard in the tavern standing fool cant make ends meet
See the youth in ghetto black condemned to life upon the street

Reaching for his saddle bag he takes a tarnished cross into his hand
Then standing like a preacher now he shouts across the ocean to the shore
Then in a blaze of tangled haze hooves he gallops off across the dusty plain
In vain to search again will no one will hear