Don Quixote
Written by Gordon Lightfoot
Chord-chart by Lynn Lewis




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G / C G |/ / D G | Through the woodland, through the valley comes a horseman wild and free, G / C G |/ / D G |/ / / | Tilting at the windmills passing, who can the brave young horseman be? G / C G |/ / D G | He is wild but he is mellow, he is strong but he is weak, G / C G |/ / D G |/ / / He is cruel but he is gentle, he is wise but he is meek.


D / / / |C / / / |G / / / | Reaching for his saddle-bag he takes a battered book in-to his hand, D / / / |C / / / |G / / / | Standing like a prophet bold he shouts across the ocean to the shore, G / |D / / - | ‘til 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, once 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.

turn around:

same as into.


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.

chorus 2:

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, ‘til he can shout no more.


See the jailer 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.

turn around:


See the man who tips the needle, see the men who buy and sell, 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.

chorus 3:

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, D / / / |C / / / |G / Then in a blaze of tangled hooves he gallops off a-cross the dusty plain, / / |D / / / |/ / |C / / - | In vain to search a-gain, for no one will hear . . .

repeat verse 1.


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