And did those feet in ancient times
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
In England's pleasant pastures seen?
And did that Countenance divine
Shine forth upon those clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among those dark satanic mills?


Bring me my bow of burning gold
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear - ye clouds unfold
Bring me my chariot of fire!
I shall 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!