Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean
The children walking two and two in red and blue and green
Grey headed beadles walked before with wands as white as snow
Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames waters flow
O what a multitude they seemed these flowers of London town
Seated in companies they sit with radiance all their own
The hum of multitudes was there but multitudes of lambs
Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands
Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song
Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among
Beneath them sit the aged men wise guardians of the poor
Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door
David Avshalomov - Holy Thursday Lyrics
David Avshalomov - Holy Thursday Lyrics
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Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean
The children walking two and two in red and blue and green
Grey headed beadles walked before with wands as white as snow
Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames waters flow
O what a multitude they seemed these flowers of London town
Seated in companies they sit with radiance all their own
The hum of multitudes was there but multitudes of lambs
Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands
Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song
Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among
Beneath them sit the aged men wise guardians of the poor
Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door
The children walking two and two in red and blue and green
Grey headed beadles walked before with wands as white as snow
Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames waters flow
O what a multitude they seemed these flowers of London town
Seated in companies they sit with radiance all their own
The hum of multitudes was there but multitudes of lambs
Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands
Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song
Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among
Beneath them sit the aged men wise guardians of the poor
Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door
Writer: WILLIAM BLAKE, JAMES LAVINO
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © MUSIC SALES CORPORATION, O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: David Avshalomov
Language: English
Length: 3:15
Written by: WILLIAM BLAKE, JAMES LAVINO