Don Quixote chords and lyrics - GORDON LIGHTFOOT

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[Intro 1]
[G]

[Verse 1]
[G]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 [D]he is [G]meek

[Verse 2]
[G]Reaching for his saddlebag
He takes a battered [C]book
into [G]his hand
[D]Standing like a proph[G]et bold
He shouts across the [C]ocean to [G]the shore
Till he can shout no [D]more[Am][G]

[Verse 3]
I have come o'er moor and mountain
Like the hawk upon the wing
I was once a 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

[Verse 4]
And I have seen the lean grown weak
[G]
See the children of the earth
Who wake to find the table bare
See the gentry in the country

[Verse 5]
Riding off to take the air
[D]Reaching for his saddlebag
He [C]takes a rusty sword into his [G]hand
Then [D]striking up a knightly pose
He [C]shouts across the ocean to [G]the shore
Till he can shout no [D]more

[Verse 6]
[G]See the jailor 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

[Verse 7]
Who must be dead to be admired
[G]
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
Stemming gold to make ends meet
See the youth in ghetto black

[Verse 8]
Condemned to life upon the street
[D]Reaching for his saddlebag
He [C]takes a tarnished cross
into [G]his hand
[D]Then standing like a preacher now
He [C]shouts across the ocean to [G]the shore
Then [D]in a blaze of tangled hooves
He [C]gallops off across the dusty [G]plain
In vain to search [D]again
Where no one will [C]hear

[Verse 9]
[G]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

[Outro 1]
He is wise but he is meek
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