Sister Janet

Master Shaman, I have come
with my dolly from the shadow side
with a demon and an Englishman.
I' my mother I'my son
and nobody else is slipping the blade in easy
nobody else is slipping the blade in the marmalade

but all the angels and all the wizards, black and
white,
are lighting candles in our hands
can you feel them, yes, 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

and all the angels and all the wizards, black and
white,
are lighting candles in our hands
can you feel them, yes, touching hands before our
eyes
and I can even see sweet Maryanne

this again
well I think I could try this once again



by dave s.