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How Sweet I Roamed From Field To Field lyrics
How Sweet I Roam'd from Field to Field by William Blake
How sweet I roam'd from field to field,
And tasted all the summer's pride,
'Till I the prince of love beheld,
Who in the sunny beams did glide!
He shew'd me lilies for my hair,
And blushing roses for my brow;
He led me through his gardens fair,
Where all his golden pleasures grow.
With sweet May dews my wings were wet,
And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage;
He caught me in his silken net,
And shut me in his golden cage.
He loves to sit and hear me sing,
Then, laughing, sports and plays with me;
Then stretches out my golden wing,
And mocks my loss of liberty.
Part of these releases
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- Track 6 on Don't Stop! Don't Stop!
- 5 I Couldn't Get High
- 7 Carpe Diem
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- Track 6 on The Fugs First Album
- 5 I Couldn't Get High
- 7 Carpe Diem
- 7 Seize the Day
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- Track 7 on Refuse to Be Burnt-Out
- 6 Wide, Wide River
- 8 Refuse to Be Burnt-Out
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