Fat Les

Jerusalem

Fat Les


And did those feet in ancient time 
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 (my bow) of burning gold 
Bring me my arrows of desire 
Bring me my spear o'clouds unfold 
Bring me my chariot of fire 

I will not cease from mental fight 
Nor shall my (my) sword sleep in my hand 
'Til we have built Jerusalem 
In England's green and pleasant land 
'Til we have built Jerusalem 
In England's green and pleasant land 
England