The Fugs - How sweet I roamed from field to field

The Fugs - How sweet I roamed from field to field (from "First Album", 1965)

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.

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[sohosean]

I guess we all know the lyrics are from a poem by William Blake?

[werobanks]

thats my old album....where'd you get it?

[phillfoote]

whoever knew blake was a fan of country/western

[JimRue47]

Check out this song on the live Golden Filth album! For all you people who inprison Gods creatures in cages...LET THEM FREE!! How would you like to have wings and be locked up in a cage! FUGS RULE!

[andreaprodan]

I wandered loneley as a cloud... for all the Words it's Worth.

[Brian Lowdown]

the government pimp is getting rich.....go fugz go

[Par N]

William Blake rocks ! Sweet !

[tamunangero]

written when he was 15 years old wandering naked through his garden