Tangerine Dream - The Fly Lyrics

Artist: Tangerine Dream
Song: The Fly
Album: Tyger

THE FLY (poem of William Blake [1757-1827])

Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brush'd away.

Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?

For 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 die.