Sister Janet歌词

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, 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
And all those up there are making it look so easy
With your perfect wings
A wing can cover all sorts of things
This again, well, I think I could try this once again
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 Marianne