I laid Me Down
Alina Orlova, William Blake
I laid me down upon a bed
What lovely sleeping
I heard them all, the Russian stake
Weeping, weeping
Weeping
Then I went to the hill in the walk
To the fixes and throws away
And they told me how they will be gone
Driven out and compelled to be changed
I laid me down upon a bed
What lovely sleeping
I heard them all, the Russian stake
Weeping, weeping
Weeping