Goodnight John Dee - Grant Lee Buffalo

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

Goodnight