Don Quixote (Gordon Lightfoot)                        shouts across the   ocean to the                      the   windmills passing   who can the brave       
                                                      shore Till   he can shout no   more                   young   horseman be   He is wild but   he is      
                                                                                                            mellow,   he is strong but   he is weak   He      
Through the woodland   through the valley                                                                   is cruel but   he is gentle,   he is wise but     
comes a horseman   wild and free   Tilting at           See the jailer   with his key who   locks             he is meek                                      
the   windmills passing   who can the brave           away all   trace of sin   See the judge u-                                                              
young   horseman be   He is wild but   he is          pon the bench who   tries the case as   best                                                            
mellow,   he is strong but   he is weak   He          he can   See the wise and   wicked ones who                                                             
is cruel but   he is gentle,   he is wise but         feed upon life's   sacred fire   See the                                                                
  he is meek                                          soldier   with his gun who   must be dead to                                                            
                                                        be admired                                                                                            
  Reaching for his   saddlebags he   takes a                                                                                                                  
battered   book into his   hand                                                                                                                               
  Standing like   prophet bold he   shouts            See the man who   tips the needle,   see the                                                            
across the   ocean to the   shore, Till he can        man who   buys and sells   See the one who                                                              
  shout no more                                       puts the collar   on the ones who   dare not                                                            
                                                      tell   See the drunkard   in the tavern                                                                 
  I have come o'er   moor and mountain   like         stemming gold to   make ends meet   See the                                                             
a hawk u- pon the wing   I was once a                 youth in   ghetto black con- demned to life                                                             
shining knight who   was the guardian   of a          u- pon the street                                                                                       
king   I have searched the   whole world over,                                                                                                                
  looking for a   place to sleep   I have               Reaching for his   saddlebags he   takes a                                                            
seen the   strong survive and   I have seen           tarnished   cross into his   hand                                                                       
the   lean grow weak                                   Then   standing like a   preacher now he                                                               
                                                      shouts across the   ocean to the   shore                                                                
                                                         Then   in a blaze of   tangled hooves                                                                
See the children   of the earth who   wake to         he   gallops off a- cross the dusty                                                                     
find the   table bare   See the gentry   in           plain In   vain to search a- gain, where                                                                
the country   riding off to   take the air              no one will   hear                                                                                    
                                                                                                                                                              
                                                                                                                                                              
  Reaching for his   saddlebags he   takes a            Through the woodland   through the valley                                                             
rusty   sword into his   hand                         comes a horseman   wild and free   Tilting at                                                           
 Then   striking up a   knightly pose he