Yerushalayim shel Zahav (ירושלים של זהב)
Avir harim tsalul k'yayin
Vereiyach oranim
Nissah beru'ach ha'arbayim
Im kol pa'amonim
U'vtardemat ilan va'even
Shvuyah bachalomah
Ha'air asher badad yoshevet
Uvelibah - chomah
Jerushalayim shel zavah
Veshel nechoshet veshel or
Halo lechol shirayich ani kinor
Jerushalayim shel zavah
Veshel nechoshet veshel or
Halo lechol shirayich ani kinor
Aicha yavshu borot hamayim
Kikar hashuk reika
Veain poked et har habayit
Ba'ir ha'atikah
Uvme'arot asher baselah
Mealelot ruchot
Veain yoret el Yam Hemelach
B'derech Yericho
Jerushalayim shel zavah
Veshel nechoshet veshel or
Halo lechol shirayich ani kinor
Jerushalayim shel zavah
Veshel nechoshet veshel or
Halo lechol shirayich ani kinor
Ach bevo'i hayom lashir lach
Velach likshor k'tarim
Katonti mitse'ir bana'ich
Ume achron ham'shorerim
Ki shmech tsorev et hasfatayim
Keneshikat saraf
Im eshkachech Yerushalayim
Asher kulah zahav
Jerushalayim shel zavah
Veshel nechoshet veshel or
Halo lechol shirayich ani kinor
Jerushalayim shel zavah
Veshel nechoshet veshel or
Halo lechol shirayich ani kinor
Chizarnu el borot hamayim
Lashuk ulakikar
Shofar kore b'har habayit
Ba'ir ha'atikah
Ubamearot asher baselah
Alpai shmshot zorchot
Nashuv nared al yam hamelach
Bederech Yericho
Jerushalayim shel zavah
Veshel nechoshet veshel or
Halo lechol shirayich ani kinor
Jerushalayim shel zavah
Veshel nechoshet veshel or
Halo lechol shirayich ani kinor
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Jerusalem of gold
The mountain air is clear as water
The scent of pines around
Is carried on the breeze of twilight
And tinkling bells resound
The trees and stones there softly slumber
A dream enfolds them all
So solitary lies the city
And at its heart - a wall
Oh, Jerusalem of gold,
and of light and of bronze,
I am the lute for all your songs
Oh, Jerusalem of gold,
and of light and of bronze,
I am the lute for all your songs
How the cisterns have dried,
The market place is empty
And no on frequents the temple mount
In the old city
Within the caverns in the mountains
The winds are howling
And no one descends to the Death sea
By way of Jericho
Oh, Jerusalem of gold,
and of light and of bronze,
I am the lute for all your songs
Oh, Jerusalem of gold,
and of light and of bronze,
I am the lute for all your songs
But as I sing to you, my city
And you with crowns adorn
I am the least of all your children
Of all the poets born
Your name will scorch my lips forever
Like a seraph's kiss, I'm told
If I forget thee, Jerusalem
Made all of gold
Oh, Jerusalem of gold,
and of light and of bronze,
I am the lute for all your songs
Oh, Jerusalem of gold,
and of light and of bronze,
I am the lute for all your songs
We have returned to the cisterns
To the market and the square
The Shofar rings out loud on the Temple mount Within the Old city
And within the caverns in the mountains
A thousand suns will glow
We'll take the Dead sea road together
That runs through Jericho
Oh, Jerusalem of gold,
and of light and of bronze,
I am the lute for all your songs
Oh, Jerusalem of gold,
and of light and of bronze,
I am the lute for all your songs
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