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