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

Oh he has gone

And all those up there are making it look so easy

With your perfect wing

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

Hey can you feel them yes touching hands before our eyes

And I can even see sweet Marianne

 

Hey yea yes this again

Well I, I think I could try this once again