Paroles de Jerusalem

And in the street in ancient times Walk upon England's mountains green. And was the Holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen. And did the countenance divine, Shine for the pawn our clouded hills, And was Jerusalem built in here, Among the dark satanic mills. Bring me my bowl of burning gold, Bring me my arrows of desire, Bring me my spear, oh clouds unfold Bring me my chariot of fire. I will not cease from mental fight, Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand Til we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land. And in the street in ancient times Walk upon England's mountains green. And was the Holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen. And did the countenance divine, Shine for the pawn our clouded hills, And was Jerusalem built in here Among the dark satanic mills.