Standard (EADGBE)

 Oh my fair North Star

 I have held to you dearly

 I had asked you to steer me

 'Til one cloud-scattered night

 I got lost in my travels

 I met Leo the lion

 Met a king and met a giant

 With their errant light

 There's the wind and the rain

 And the mercy of the fallen

 Who say they have no claim to know what's right

 There's the weak and the strong

 And the beds that have no answer

 And that's where I may rest my head tonight

 I saw all the bright people

 In imposing flocks they landed

 And they got what they demanded

 And they scratched at the ground

 Then they flew and the fear

 Grew as sweetly for the flightless

 Who had longing yet despite this

 Who could hear every sound

 There's the wind and the rain

 And the mercy of the fallen

 Who say they have no claim to know what's right

 And if your sister or your brother

 Were stumbling on their last mile

 In a self-inflicted exile

 You'd wish for them a humble friend

 And I hope someday

 That the best of Falstaff's planners

 Give me seven half-built manors

 Where half dreams may dream without end

 There's the wind and the rain

 And the mercy of the fallen

 Who say Hey, it's not my place to know what's right

 There's the weak and the strong

 And the many stars that guide us

 We have some of them inside us