Jerusalem Home
Working far from home,
breathing through a moan,
Jerusalem's is a voice
which calls to her own;
her voice riding above a poisoned wind,
because she once sinned,
she and the Other Side with her.
Now her children are her failure.
Now we work to pay her debt.
What you've done is what you get,
even though her debt's been paid twice over.
Its not over till the Torah is once again beneath its cover.
When God's Torah rests
and our heart has passed the test
and God's Torah has defeated every other,
then Jerusalem will work with light from home
and the stars like dust will be turned to loam.
Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
How I will embrace you
once I may freely call you, Mother!