From the recording The Garden of Love


The Garden of Love with excerpt from Blake’s notebook for Songs and Ballads I laid me down upon a bank Where love lay sleeping I heard among the rushes dank Weeping Weeping Then I went to the heath & the wild, To the thistles & thorns of the waste And they told me how they were beguild Driven out & compelled to be chaste I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut And Thou shalt not. writ over the door; So I turn’d to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore. And I saw it was filled with graves, And tomb-stones where flowers should be: And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, And binding with briars, my joys & desires.