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Greg Brown Songs Of Innocence And Of Experience

he vanished from my sight; And I plucked a hollow reed, And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every child

(Music by Greg Brown / poem of William Blake) Ah, sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun; Seeking after that sweet golden clime

(Music by Greg Brown / poem of William Blake) "I have no name; I am but two days old." What shall I call thee? "I happy am, Joy is my name." Sweet joy

(Music by Greg Brown / poem of William Blake) My mother groaned, my father wept: Into the dangerous world I leapt, Helpless, naked, piping loud, Like

on their head, And sit down by their bed. When wolves and tigers howl for prey, They pitying stand and weep; Seeking to drive their thirst away, And

And wash in a river, and shine in the sun. Then naked and white, all their bags left behind, They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind: And the angel

Music by Greg Brown / poem of William Blake) The sun does arise, And make happy the skies; The merry bells ring To welcome the Spring; The skylark and

by Greg Brown / poem of William Blake) Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Gave thee life, and bid thee feed, By the stream and

(Music by Greg Brown / poem of William Blake) Dear mother, dear mother, the Church is cold; But the Alehouse is healthy, and pleasant, and warm. Besides