Master Shamen I have come
With my dolly from the shadow side
With a demon and an EnglishmanI'm my mother, I'm my son
Nobody else is slipping the blade in easy
Nobody else is slipping the blade in the marmaladeAll 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 MarianneSister Janet you have come
From the woman clothed with the sun
Your veil is quietly becoming noneCall 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 thingsThis again, well, I think I could try this once againAnd 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
Songwriters
Tori AmosPublished by
SWORD & STONE PUBLISHING COMPANY