A simple tale of rich to rags But one that often comes to mind The seer that looked into the mirror And left his sleeping wife behind I said goodnight Sir John Dee
Well light is a medicine to all of us With which we feed the silver lamb That walks beside the wolf of the trinity They say her teeth are made of sand I said goodnight John Dee Goodnight
A lantern swinging like a pendulum The shape of your smile's shadow appears To invoke the worst I reached into my purse And I took out the shew-stone gently And I said goodnight well goodnight John Dee Goodnight well goodnight John Dee Goodnight goodnight John Dee GoodnightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
