Paroles: Blackmores Night. Child In Time.

Child in time

Sweet child in time, you'll see the line;
The line that's drawn between good and bad.
See the blind man shooting at the world.
Bullets flying; taking toll.

If you've been bad, (oh) Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit, oh, by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes.

O-oh, bow your head.
Wait for the ricochet.

oo-oo-oo