A simple tale of rich to rags
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
Who walked beside the wolf of the Trinity
They say her teeth are made of sand
I said "Goodnight, John Dee"
Goodnight
The lantern swinging like a pendulum
The shape of your small 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, goodnight, John Dee
Goodnight, goodnight John Dee
Goodnight
Writer(s): Grant Lee Phillips
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