Jerusalem - Daliah Lavi

Jerusalem is

Where the cobblestones

Wet with the blood of ages

Hear the echo of wheels turning hist’ry’s pages —

Where the cries of fools stilled the words of sages

Oh

Jerusalem is

'neath an olive tree branch anyone can listen

To the song of songs as the green leaves glisten

Then a summer rain falls and the raindrops christen

What Jerusalem is

And the river runs on and the world keeps turning

And the water’s cold

Tho the sands are burning

And the mountains know while we still are learning

What Jerusalem is

Oh

When will tomorrow’s sons

Tomorrow’s daughters

Never taste of the bread cast upon the waters

And put down the sword that performed the slaughters

Where Jerusalem is?

Where the cobblestones

Wet with the blood of ages

Hear the echo of wheels turning hist’ry’s pages —

Where the cries of fools stilled the words of sages

Oh

Jerusalem is

And the river

Oh

The river runs and the world keeps turning

And the water’s cold

Tho the sands are burning

And the mountains know while we still are learning

What Jerusalem is

And the river

Oh

The river runs and the world keeps turning