作词 : William Blake

作曲 : Cosmo Sheldrake

Little Fly,Thy summer's play

My thoughtless hand

Has brushed away.

Am I not 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 I am a happy fly,

If I live, or if I die.

Then I am a happy fly,

If I live, or if I die.

Then I am a happy fly,

If I live, or if I die.

Then I am a happy fly,

If I live, or if I die.

Little Fly,Thy summer's play

My thoughtless hand

Has brushed away.

Am I not 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 I am a happy fly,

If I live, or if I die.

Then I am a happy fly,

If I live, or if I die.

Then I am a happy fly,

If I live, or if I die.

Then I am a happy fly,

If I live, or if I die.