THE ECHOING GREEN
The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells' cheerful sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing green.
The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells' cheerful sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing green.
Blake - Songs of Innocence, Songs of Experience
