Charlotte Church - Jerusalem

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England`s mountians 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 thoes dark Satanic mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold,
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! Oh, clouds unfold!
Bring me my charoit of fire.
I will not cease from mental fight,
Now shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England`s green and plesant land!