. Was on the way to Jerusalem. What's another day more or less. You pay your money. And you take your ride One more day, gonna stay one more day. Then I got to go. On my way,. Tell them I'm on my
clouded hills?. And was jerusalem builded here. Among those dark satanic mills? Bring me my bow of burning gold!. Bring me my arrows of desire!. Bring me my spear o clouds unfold!. Bring me my chariots
upon our clouded hills. And was Jerusalem built here. Among those dark satanic mills?. . Bring me my bow of burning gold. Bring me my arrows of desire. Bring me my spear, o clouds unfold. Bring me
our clouded hills?. And was Jerusalem builded here. Among those dark Satanic mills?. . Bring me my bow of burning gold. Bring me my arrows of desire. Bring me my spear! Oh, clouds unfold! . Bring
Jerusalem moan?. Thank God there's a heaven and a ringing in my soul and my soul's got free. Don't you hear Jerusalem moan? Well a hard-shell preacher you can tell him how he do. Well he chews his own
to suggest, that my life is still a mess. Who reveal the pride I'm hiding is what's stopping me. . Oh Jerusalem, wash thy heart from wickedness. That thou may be saved from thy deception. How long
to suggest, that my life is still a mess. Who reveal the pride I'm hiding is what's stopping me. . Oh Jerusalem, wash thy heart from wickedness. That thou may be saved from thy deception. How long
their lips There is no charity from where they come. There's nothing left to be. In stark reality thy will be done. For you for them for me How far Jerusalem before the heart breaks down. No kings
Oh, and where do we go. Where do we go from here. Where to go. To the side of a hill. Blood was spilt. We were still looking. At each other. . Oh, we're goin' back there. JerusalemJerusalem
their lips. . There is no charity from where they come. There's nothing left to be. In stark reality thy will be done. For you for them for me. . How far Jerusalem before the heart breaks down. No
Oh, and where do we go. Where do we go from here. Where to go. To the side of a hill. Blood was spilt. We were still looking. At each other. . Oh, we're goin' back there. JerusalemJerusalem
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing. Roman Cavalry choirs are singing. Be my mirror, my sword and shield . My missionaries on a foreign field. For some reason I can't explain. Once you go there was
