03115.TXT

Titel:             JERUSALEM

Interpret:         DALIAH LAVI

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Where the mothers of sonsnever cease their weeping,
where the fathers of faith in the ground lie sleeping,
where the seeds of time have a whirlwind reaping,
oh, 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.