Lyrics
And did those feet in ancient times
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
For England's blessed pastures seen?
And if the clouds are as divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills
And was Jerusalem builded here
Upon these dark satanic hills?
Bring me my hope, my hope of burning hope
Bring me my arrows of desire
Bring me my spears, O clouds unfold
Bring me my chariots of fire
I will not cease from mental fight
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land
England!
Written by: Hubert Parry, William Blake
