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.