Jerusalem <br /><br />Where the mothers of sons never cease their weeping <br />where the fathers of faith in the ground lie sleeping <br />where the seeds of time have a whirlwind reaping <br />oh <br />Jerusalem is. <br /><br />Where the cobblestones wet with the blood of ages <br />hear the echo of wheels turning hist'ry's pages - <br />where the cries of fools stilled the words of sages <br />oh <br />Jerusalem is. <br /><br />'neath an olive tree branch anyone can listen <br />to the song of songs as the green leaves glisten. <br />Then a summer rain falls and the raindrops christen <br />what Jerusalem is. <br /><br />And the river runs on and the world keeps turning <br />and the water's cold to the sands are burning <br />and the mountains know while we still are learning <br />what Jerusalem is. <br /><br />Oh <br />when will tomorrow's sons <br />tomorrow's daughters <br />never taste of the bread cast upon the waters <br />and put down the sword that performed the slaughters <br />Where Jerusalem is ? <br /><br />Where the cobblestones wet with the blood of ages <br />hear the echo of wheels turning hist'ry's pages - <br />where the cries of fools stilled the words of sages <br /><br />oh <br />Jerusalem is......
