One, two. Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the Holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen? And did the countenance dim Shine forth upon all planets? And was Jerusalem built in heed Among those dark, satanic mills? Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Bring me my bowl of burning gold Bring me my arrows of desire Bring me my spear of clouds unfurled Bring me my chariot of fire I will not cease from mentioning Nor shall my soul sleep in my head Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo