Lyrics
Like the hawk upon the wing, see the gentry in the country
See the man who puts the collar, see the judge upon the bench
He shouts across the ocean to the shore, see the wise and wicked ones
i have seen the strong survive
then standing like a preacher now
see the jailor with his key
He is wise but he is meek, i have searched the whole world over
through the valley
Where no one will hear, who locks away all trace of sin Don, he is cruel but he is gentle
till he can shout no more
Standing like a prophet bold, who must be dead to be admired, he is wise but he is meek
he gallops off across the dusty plain
In vain to search again, see the gentry in the country
Then standing like a preacher now, he shouts across the ocean to the shore
Looking for a place to sleep, reaching for his saddlebag
who must be dead to be admired
See the man who buys and sells, he is wild but he is mellow Quixote, he is wise but he is meek
Who can the brave young horseman be, who wake to find the table bare
On the ones who dare not tell, then striking up a knightly pose
He is wild but he is mellow, see the youth in ghetto black
Riding off to take the air, i have come o er moor and mountain
he shouts across the ocean to the shore
Till he can shout no more, he is cruel but he is gentle
who locks away all trace of sin
i have seen the strong survive
Through the woodland, reaching for his saddlebag Quixote, he is wild but he is mellow
through the woodland
Who was the guardian of a king, he is strong but he is weak Lightfoot, reaching for his saddlebag
He is wild but he is mellow, see the jailor with his key
In vain to search again, he takes a rusty sword into his hand, till he can shout no more
See the drunkard in the tavern, riding off to take the air
see the drunkard in the tavern
He is wise but he is meek, comes a horseman wild and free
Then standing like a preacher now, reaching for his saddlebag
He takes a battered book into his hand, he takes a tarnished cross into his hand
i have searched the whole world over
tilting at the windmills passing
Tilting at the windmills passing, he is strong but he is weak
in vain to search again
he is wise but he is meek