Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don Quixote, artist - Gordon Lightfoot. Date of issue: 21.02.2020
Song language: English
Don Quixote |
| 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 saddlebag |
| He takes a battered book into his hand |
| Standing like a prophet bold |
| He shouts across the ocean to the shore |
| Till he can shout no more |
| 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 |
| And I have seen the lean grown weak |
| See the children of the earth |
| Who wake to find the table bare |
| See the gentry in the country |
| Riding off to take the air |
| Reaching for his saddlebag |
| He takes a rusty sword into his hand |
| Then striking up a knightly pose |
| He shouts across the ocean to the shore |
| Till he can shout no more |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| Stemming gold to make ends meet |
| See the youth in ghetto black |
| Condemned to life upon the street |
| Reaching for his saddlebag |
| 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 hooves |
| He gallops off across the dusty plain |
| In vain to search again |
| Where no one will hear |
| 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 |