Master Shamen I have come

with my dolly from the shadow side

with a demon and an Englishman

I'm my mother

I'm my son

nobody else is slipping the blade in easy

nobody else is slipping the blade in the marmalade



All the angels all the wizards black and white

are lighting candles in our hands

can you feel them touching hands before our eyes

and I can even see sweet Maryanne



Sister Janet you have come

from the woman clothed with the sun

your veil is quietly becoming none

call the Wanderer he has gone

and all those up there are making it look so easy

with your perfect wings

a wing can cover all sorts of things