Van morrison let the slave (incorporating the price of experience) lyrics

(Lyrics by William Blake)



Let the slave grinding at the mill run out into the field



Let him look up into the heavens and laugh in the bnght air



Let the inchained soul, shut up in darkness and in sighing



Whose face has never seen a smile in thirty weary Years



Rose and look out; his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are open;



And let his wife and children return from the oppressor's scourge



They look behind at every step and believe it is a dream



Singing: The sun has left his blackness and has found a fresher morning



And the fair Moon rejoices in the clear and cloudless night



For empire is no more and now the Lion and Wolf shall cease







For everything that lives is holy



For everything that lives is holy



For everything that lives is holy



For everything that lixes is holy







What is the price of Experience? Do men buy it for a song?



Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price



Of all that a man hath, his house, his wife, his children



Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy



And in the wither'd field where the farmer plows for bread in vain



It is an easy thing to triumph in the summer's sun



And in the vintage and to sing on the waggon loaded with corn



It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted



To speak the laws of prudence to the homeless wanderer



To listen to the hungry raven's cry in wintry season



When the red blood is fill'd with wine and with the marrow of lambs







It is an easy thing to laugh at wrathful elements



To hear the dog howl at the wintry door, the ox in the slaughter house moan;



To see a god on every wind and a blessing on every blast



To hear sounds of love in the thunder storm that destroys our enem