Holy Thursday Lyrics – William Walton

‘Twas on a holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean
Gray-headed beadles walked before, with wands as white as snow
Till into the high dome of St Paul’s they like Thames waters flow
O what a multitude they seemed, these flowers of London town!

Seated in companies they sit, with radiance all their own
The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs
Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands
Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song

Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among;
Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door
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William Walton Lyrics – Holy Thursday

William Walton

Holy Thursday