I have always loved this song. Even if I didn’t know until recently that it was written by Hubert Parry (1848-1918), and it is called Jerusalem. It is song number 74 in the countdown of 100 Classical Songs. After I finish the list I plan on writing my own music. I will turn music on its head. Not literally, though.
Some of you may notice that he passed away the same year as another composer whose music was posted here recently. (I’ll give you a hint: He wrote a song about a Fawn.)
But seriously, feel free to sing along. And who knew that “builded” is the past tense of the word “build?”
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 chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England’s green and pleasant Land