There
On a sloping green of mossy tread,
By a clear pool
Where is the path she lead
To shield ourselves from everything
And tear our robes on angels wings
There
Now I try so hard to concentrate
On a clear rule
Where the path we made
To free ourselves from endless dreams
To lay our eyes on holy scenes
There
On a sloping green of mossy tread,
By a clear pool
Where is the path she lead
To shield ourselves from everything
And tear our robes on angels wings
There
Now I try so hard to concentrate
On a clear rule
Where the path we made
To free ourselves from endless dreams
To lay our eyes on holy scenes
Now I find so hard to concentrate
Now I find so hard to concentrate
Thank god for the summer
Thank god I was everything I wanna be
Thank god I had ears to hear, songs to sing, hands to hold
Thank god I was everything I'd ever need
On a sloping green of mossy tread,
By a clear pool
Where is the path she lead
To shield ourselves from everything
And tear our robes on angels wings
Now I try so hard to concentrate
On a clear rule
Where the path we made
To free ourselves from endless dreams
To lay our eyes on holy scenes
On a sloping green of mossy tread,
By a clear pool
Where is the path she lead
To shield ourselves from everything
And tear our robes on angels wings
Now I try so hard to concentrate
On a clear rule
Where the path we made
To free ourselves from endless dreams
To lay our eyes on holy scenes
Now I find so hard to concentrate
Thank god I was everything I wanna be
Thank god I had ears to hear, songs to sing, hands to hold
Thank god I was everything I'd ever need
Song Info
Copyright
Lyrics © O/b/o Distrokid
Writer
Ian Prise
Duration
4:04
Submitted by
lore_pigs On Jul 16, 2025
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The Keats Poem The Lamia, about an accursed nymph, has the phrase:
Fair, on a sloping green of mossy tread, By a clear pool, wherein she passioned To see herself escap'd from so sore ills, While her robes flaunted with the daffodils.