Sister Janet

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 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

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 Marianne