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 there 

Among those dark Satanic mills 



Bring me my bow (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 (my) sword sleep in 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