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The Widdershins Jig - Skyclad
A wise man's son and Wednesday's child
In each other found a friend
And searched together
For the treasure hiding at the rainbow's end
To wise man's son and Wednesday's child
All is white that is not black
They dance in symbiotic deadlock-
-one step forward two steps back
Playing karmic snakes
And ladders (all your sins will find you out)
When all your gains are lost in vain
On cosmic wings and roundabouts
At the roadside manhood's flower-
-blighted by a wayward youth
Has cast it's seed on well-worn pathways-
-borne on winds of whispered truth
We march to drums of our own choosing-
-each of them keeps different time
As you are free to live your own life
So I am free to live mine
Now wise man's son and Wednesday's child
Can recognise their own mistakes
And to these ends they make amends
For every promise that they break
Both wise man's son and Wednesday's child
View the world in red and green
Await the day when they die laughing-
-thinking of the sights they've seen
I tell you now if they were given chance
To live their lives again--
Wise man's son and Wednesday's child
Would make the same mistakes as then
At the roadside manhood's flower-
-blighted by a wayward youth
Has cast it's seed on well-worn pathways-
-borne on winds of whispered truth
We march to drums of our own choosing-
-each of them keeps different time
As you are free to live your own life
So I am free to live mine