Jerusalem Of Gold

The air is filled with the smell of pine trees
And the evening breezes carry the scent of bay leaves
With the twilight and the bells
And the rustle of the wind
In the slumber of tree and stone
Captured in a dream
The city that sits solitary
And in its midst is a wall

Jerusalem of gold
And of bronze and of light
Behold I am a violin for all your songs

How the cisterns have dried
The market-place is empty
And no one frequents the Temple Mount
In the Old City
And in the caves in the rock
Winds are howling
And no one descends to the Dead Sea
By way of Jericho

Jerusalem of gold
And of bronze and of light
Behold I am a violin for all your songs

But when I come to sing to you
And to adorn you with crowns
I am as small as the youngest of your sons
And the last of the sweet singers
For your name scorches the lips
Like the kiss of a seraph
If I forget thee, Jerusalem
Which is all gold

Jerusalem of gold
And of bronze and of light
Behold I am a violin for all your songs

We have returned to the cisterns
To the market and to the market-place
A shofar calls out on the Temple Mount
In the Old City
And in the caves in the rock
A thousand suns shine
We will once again descend to the Dead Sea
By way of Jericho

Jerusalem of gold
And of bronze and of light
Behold I am a violin for all your songs