Songs of Innocence

Introduction

Piping down the valleys wild

Piping songs of pleasant glee

Introduction

Pipe a song about a lamb

Introduction

So he vanished from my sight and I plucked a hollow reed

Introduction

I stained the water clear

A Dream

O’er my angel-guarded bed \[..\] where on grass me thought I lay

A Dream

Over a many tangled spray all heart broke I heard her say

A Dream

I saw a glow-worm near who replied what wailing wight calls the watchman of the night

Little Girl Lost

The desert wild become the garden mild

Little Girl Lost

How can Lyca sleep when her mother weep \[…\] if my mother sleep Lyca shall not weep

Little Girl Lost

The Kingly lion stood and the virgin viewed

Little Girl Lost

And her bosom lick and upon her neck

Little Girl Found

Starved in desert wild

Little Girl Found

A couching lion lay

Little Girl Found

Lyca Lies asleep

Little Girl Found

Nor fear the wolvish howl, Nor the lion’s growl

The Lamb

Little Lamb who made thee

Dost thou know who made thee

The Lamb

Gave thee clothing of the light, softest clothing of the bright

The Lamb

Little Lamb I tell thee he is called by thy name, he calls himself a lamb.

The Lamb

Little Lamb God bless thee

Infant Joy

I happy am; joy is my name; sweet joy befall thee

Infant Joy

Sweet joy i call thee, thou dost smile, i sing the while

On Anothers’ Sorrow

Can I see another’s woe and not be in sorrow too

On Another’s Sorrow

No,no never can it be, never never can it be

On Another’s Sorrow

and can he who smiles on all(…) not sit beside their nest pouring pity in their breast

On Another’s Sorrow

He doth give his joy to all, he becomes an infant small

On Another’s Sorrow

Think not how thou canst weep a tear and thy maker is not near

On Another’s Sorrow

Till our grief is fed and gone he doth sit by us and moan

Holy Thursday

Their innocent faces clean

The children walking two by two in red and blue and green

Holy Thursday

Till into the high dome of Paul’s they like the Thames waters flow

Holy Thursday

The hum of multitudes was there but multitudes of lambs

Holy Thursday

Thousands of little boys and girls raise their innocent hands

Holy Thursday

Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door

The Chimney-Sweeper

Scarcely cry, ‘weep weep weep weep’

The Chimney-Sweeper

Curled like a lamb’s back

The Chimney-Sweeper

Locked up in coffins of black

The Chimney-Sweeper

An angel who had a bright key and he opened the coffins and set them free

The Chimney-Sweeper

If he’d be a good boy he’d have God for his father

The Chimney-Sweeper

So if all do their duty they need not feel harm

A Cradle Song

Sweet dreams form a shade O’er my lovely infants head

A Cradle Song

Sweet smiles, mother’s smiles

A Cradle Song

Sweet moans, dovelike sighs

A Cradle Song

Heavenly face

The Schoolboy

The sky-lark sings with me

The Schoolboy

The little ones spend the day in sighing and dismay

The Schoolboy

How can the bird that is born for joy sit in a cage and sing

The Schoolboy

When the blasts of winter appear

Nurse’s Song

My heart is at rest within my breast, and everything else is still

Nurse’s Song

Come, come leave off play, and let us away till the morning appears in the skies

Nurse’s Song

Besides, in the sky the little black birds fly, and the hills are all covered in sheep

Nurse’s Song

The little ones leaped and shouted and laughed and all the hills echoed

The Echoing Green

The sun does arise

On the echoing green

The Echoing Green

They laugh at our play

The Echoing Green

Such were the joys

The Echoing Green

On the darkening green