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Greg Brown Songs Of Innocence And Of Experience

wrath did grow. And I watered it in fears Night and morning with my tears, And I sunned it with smiles And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and

by Greg Brown / poem of William Blake) 'Twas on a holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean, The children walking two and two, in red, and blue, and

vanished from my sight; And I plucked a hollow reed, And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every child may

(Music by Greg Brown / poem of William Blake) I wander through each chartered street, Near where the chartered Thames does flow, A mark in every face

(Music by Greg Brown / poem of William Blake) Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, And not seek for kind relief

an Angel mild: Witless woe was ne'er beguiled! And I wept both night and day, And he wiped my tears away; And I wept both day and night, And hid from

flowers bore. And I saw it was filled with graves, And tombstones where flowers should be; And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds, And binding with briars my joys and

seize the fire? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And, when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread

he vanished from my sight; And I plucked a hollow reed, And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every child