Horchat Hai Caliptus
Ishtar
Eucalyptus Breeze
Hey, Mom, look here
Pretty little girl
Dad built a house on the hill
The parents are confused
Half a hundred years
And the leaves turned yellow in between
*But on the banks of the Jordan
Like nothing ever happened
That brown one
And also that one with the flair
Eucalyptus breeze
The connection is tight
And the scent of the oil on the water
Eucalyptus breeze
The connection is tight
And the scent of the oil on the water
In Nashville, look, it’s coming down
The kids’ crowd
They’re at the Jordan, their feet are muddy
The kids have grown up
They’ve already learned to remember
And the two boys
Are standing together
