The Fair Songtext
von Robin Williamson
The Fair Songtext
Little fly, thy summer′s play
My thoughtless hand has brushed away
Am I not a fly like thee?
And art thou not a man like me?
Before I dance and drink and sing Till some blind hand shall brush my wing
If thought is life and strength and breath
And the want of thought is death
Then am I a happy fly
If I live or if I die
My thoughtless hand has brushed away
Am I not a fly like thee?
And art thou not a man like me?
Before I dance and drink and sing Till some blind hand shall brush my wing
If thought is life and strength and breath
And the want of thought is death
Then am I a happy fly
If I live or if I die
Writer(s): William Elden Bolcom, William Blake Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
