Tyger, tyger burning bright
In deep forests of the night
And little lamb you are the light
That is burning in one Child tonight
Who felt it so?
Who wrote it down?
Who lifts my soul?
Who wears the crown?
Sleep, William Blake
All is well
There's a marriage up in heaven tonight
There's a fire in hell
You were not mad
I know time will tell
William Blake
The wild wind's weeping, the night grows cold
The child is sleeping, the man grows old
The seed is dying, the child unfolds
And he walks upon the streets of gold
Who is the child?
Who is the man?
Who makes me smile?
Who loves the lamb?
Sighing lovers sleep and dream
Upon the wind the music floats
The piper pipes at gates of dawn
And draws us on to starry boats
Daniel Amos - William Blake Lyrics
Daniel Amos - William Blake Lyrics
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Tyger, tyger burning bright
In deep forests of the night
And little lamb you are the light
That is burning in one Child tonight
Who felt it so?
Who wrote it down?
Who lifts my soul?
Who wears the crown?
Sleep, William Blake
All is well
There's a marriage up in heaven tonight
There's a fire in hell
You were not mad
I know time will tell
William Blake
The wild wind's weeping, the night grows cold
The child is sleeping, the man grows old
The seed is dying, the child unfolds
And he walks upon the streets of gold
Who is the child?
Who is the man?
Who makes me smile?
Who loves the lamb?
Sighing lovers sleep and dream
Upon the wind the music floats
The piper pipes at gates of dawn
And draws us on to starry boats
In deep forests of the night
And little lamb you are the light
That is burning in one Child tonight
Who felt it so?
Who wrote it down?
Who lifts my soul?
Who wears the crown?
Sleep, William Blake
All is well
There's a marriage up in heaven tonight
There's a fire in hell
You were not mad
I know time will tell
William Blake
The wild wind's weeping, the night grows cold
The child is sleeping, the man grows old
The seed is dying, the child unfolds
And he walks upon the streets of gold
Who is the child?
Who is the man?
Who makes me smile?
Who loves the lamb?
Sighing lovers sleep and dream
Upon the wind the music floats
The piper pipes at gates of dawn
And draws us on to starry boats