Text by William Blake
6. INNOCENCE: THE ECCHOING GREEN
The Sun does arise
And make happy the skies
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring
The sky-lark and thrush
The birds of the bush
Sing louder around
To the bells' chearful sound
While our sports shall be seen
On the Ecchoing Green
Old John with white hair
Does laugh away care
Sitting under the oak
Among the old folk
The 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 Ecchoing Green
Till the little ones weary
No more can be merry
The sun does descend
And our sports have an end
Round the laps of their mothers
Many sisters and brothers
Like birds in their nest
Are ready of rest
And sport no more seen
On the darkening Green
