The Widdershins Jig - Skyclad

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