Sister Janet

Master shaman, 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



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 marianne



Sister janet, you have come from the woman clothed with the sun

Your veil is quietly becoming none. call the wanderer, he has gone

All those up there are making it look so easy

With your perfect wings

A wing can cover all sorts of things



Hey, yes this again, well i think i could try this once again



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 marianne




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