Lyrics: William Blake/Ed Sanders
Music: claire rousay/Jeff Tweedy
How sweet I roamed from field to field
Tasted all the summer's pride
Till I, the prince of love, beheld
Who in the sunny beams did glide
He showed me lilies for my hair
And blushing roses for my brow
He led me through his garden's fair
Where all his golden pleasures grow
With sweet May dews, my wings were wet
And Phoebus fired my vocal rage
He caught me in his silken net
And shut me in his golden cage
He loves to sit and hear me sing
Then, laughing, sports and plays with me
Then stretches out my golden wing
And mocks my loss of liberty