Yerushalayim shel zahav

Mountain air is clear as wine
And the scent of pine trees
Is carried on the breeze of twilight
With the sound of bells

And in the slumber of tree and stone
Captured in her dream
The city that sits solitary
And in its midst - a wall

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

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

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

But when I come to sing to you today
And to tie crowns for you
I am but a young boy
And the last of the 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 light
Behold I am a violin for all your songs
Behold I am a violin for all your songs

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