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!