David Benjamin Blower - The Ecchoing Green

The Sun does arise
And make happy the skies
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring
The skylark and thrush
The birds of the bush
Sing louder around
To the bells' chearful sound
While our sports shall be seen
On the Echoing Green

Old John, with white hair
Does laugh away care
Sitting under the oak
Among the old folk
They laugh at our play
And soon they all say
``Such, such were the joys
When we all, girls & boys
In our youth time were seen
On the Echoing Green

Till the little ones, weary
No more can be merry
The sun does descend
And our sports have on end
Round the laps of their mothers
Many sisters and brothers
Like birds in their nest
Are ready for rest
And sports no more seen
On the darkening Green

Written by:
Benjamin Walker, William Blake

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