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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.
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 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.
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.
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 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.
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