The Widdershins Jig Lyrics
| Song | The Widdershins Jig |
| Artist | Skyclad |
| Album | Wayward Sons of Mother Earth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
| 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 its 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. | |
| 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 its 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. |
| zuo ci : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
| 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 its seed on wellworn 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. | |
| 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 its seed on wellworn 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. |
| zuò cí : Ramsey, Walkyier | |
| 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 its seed on wellworn 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. | |
| 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 its seed on wellworn 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. |
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