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garinda · 23-10-2006, 23:28

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 those dark satanic mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear: o clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariots of fire!
I will not cease from metal fight;
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land.

Gets me every time. Hairs on the back of my neck stand up, eyes get just the hint of a tear, or perhaps it's a speck of dust.

23-10-2006, 23:28	#2
garinda Give, give, give member Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: Overlookin' ducks & geese Posts: 32,411 Blog Entries: 293 Liked: 27 times Rep Power: 16469	Re: Greatest Lyric? 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 those dark satanic mills? Bring me my bow of burning gold! Bring me my arrows of desire! Bring me my spear: o clouds unfold! Bring me my chariots of fire! I will not cease from metal fight; Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land. Gets me every time. Hairs on the back of my neck stand up, eyes get just the hint of a tear, or perhaps it's a speck of dust. __________________ 'If you're going to be a Kant, be the very best Kant there is my son.' Johann Georg Kant, father of Immanuel Kant, philosopher.