Chords for gordon lightfoot don quixote

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_ Through the woodland, through the [Fm] bygones, the house and the wide [C] and deep,
Looking at the windmills passing again, the brave young horseman deep.
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. _
_ [G] Reaching [F] over his saddlebag, he takes [C] a banner, bookend to his head. _
_ [G] Standing [F] like a prophet, bold, he shouts across the ocean to [C] the shore,
Till he can shout [G] no more.
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I've come a-movin' the mountain like the hawk upon the wing.
I was once a shining knight who was the guardian of a king.
I've searched the whole world over, looking for a place to sleep.
I've seen the strong survive and I've seen the meek grow weak. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Save the children of the girth who wait to find a table there.
Save the gentry in the country riding off to take the air.
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Reaching over his [F] saddlebag, he takes a rusty sword into [C] his hand.
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Striking up a knightly pose, [F] he shouts across the ocean to [C] the shore,
Till he can shout [G] no more.
_ [C] Save the jailer with his key who locks away all trace of sin.
Save the judge upon the bench who tries the cases best he can.
Save the wise and wicked ones who feed upon life's sacred fire.
Save the soldier with his gun who must be dead to be admired.
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_ Save the man who dips the needle, save the man who buys and sells.
Save the man who puts the collar on the ones who dare not tell.
Save the [F] drunkard [C] in the tavern, stemming gold to make ends meet.
Save the youth in yellow black condemned to life upon the street. _ _
_ [G] Reaching over his [F] saddlebag, he takes a tarnished cross into [C] his hand. _
_ [G] Striking up a knightly pose, [F] he shouts across the ocean to [C] the shore. _ _
_ [G] In interplays of tangled hooves, [F] he gallops off across the dusty [C] plain.
In vain to search [G] again, for no one [F] will hear.
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_ _ [C] Through the woodland, through the valley, comes a horseman wild and free.
Tilting at the windmill's passing, in the graveyard, a horseman deep.
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.
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