A Golden String

As I went o’er The Rainbow Bridge
One tender monday morning
A band of gypsies walked along
And played this parting song:

"We give you the end of a Golden String
You may wind it into a Ball
It’ll lead you in at Heaven’s Gate
Build in Jerusalem’s wall"

How sweet I roamed from field to field,
And tasted all the summer's pride,
And I the queen of love beheld,
Who in the sunny beams did glide!

Once I was weak, and on a dark road
I kept my course in the Valley of Death
Thorns grow where roses bloom
Honeybees sing on the heath

I write my songs on leaves of flowers
They grew on thoughts of love
And every now and then I take
A cup of sparkling dreams

When I'm tipsy, I’ll sing for you
And show you the Earth is all alive
Every grain of sand, every speck of dust
Breathes forth their joy. 


Thorns grow where roses bloom
Honeybees sing on the heath
In springtime learn, in harvest teach
Enjoy your wintertime!



A thematized, redacted and indefinitely rearranged bouquet of verses and phrases by William Blake. It will hopefully somehow, someday turn out as a nice little song -

Melody: Geordie


”Langebro” Gasolin 1971

Hefty version by Spids Nøgenhat: