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 forth upon
our clouded hills
And was Jerusalem
builded here
Among these dark
Satanic mills
Bring me my bow
of burning gold
Bring me my
arrows of desire
Bring me
my spears
O clouds unfold
Bring me my
chariot 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!