W.B

If on forever

Hit it

You've heard about that Blake

Went down the hill

In Chepstow in London

He was broke

But it was OK

Rome didn't matter or come up

But Heaven and Hell did

And look up

The fire, the fire is falling

And look up, look up

Flaming hair shot through the streaking sun over him

Oh merchant leave thy oil and Nebuchadnezzar

Never knew there'd be times like this

Rome didn't matter or come up

But Heaven and Hell did

And look up

The fire, the fire is falling

And look up, look up

Oh citizens of London

Enlarge thy countenance

From the flaming wind-hairs of thought

In his forehead

Rome didn't matter or come off

But Heaven and Hell did

And look up

The fire, the fire is falling

And look up, look up