And did those feet in ancient times walk upon England's mountains green?
Was the Holy Lamb Of God on England's pleasant pastures seen?
And did the countenance divine shine forth on our clouded hill?
Was Jerusalem built here in England's green and pleasant land?
Let it rain let it rain wash the scales from my eyes
Let it rain let it rain let me see again
Bring me my bow of burning gold bring me my arrows of desire
I shall not sleep till the clouds unfold bring me my chariot of fire
Let it rain let it rain tears of blood fall out of the sky
Let it rain let it rain wash me clean again
From the frozen waters whe king will rise again with two suns in the sky
I shall not cease from mental flight nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem in England's green and pleasant land
Let it rain let it rain tears of blood fall out of the sky
Let it rain let it rain wash me clean again
See the gleaming spires of the citadel the king and queen will dwell in our hearts
Can Jerusalem be rebuilt here in this trivial time, in this land of fear?
In Jerusalem, where the grail remains walk into the light and dissolve the chains
Jerusalem here is her secret place from hence she comes forth on the churches in delight
Here is her cup, filled with its poisons in these horrid veils
And here, her scarlet veil, woven in pestilence and war
Here is Jerusalem, bound in chains in the dense of Babylon.
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