Blackmore's Night
Blackmore's Night - Child In Time lyrics
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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