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Gordon Goodwin's Big Phat Band - Don Quixote 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 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 
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 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












