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    Daliah Lavi - Jerusalem

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    Miss Undercover

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    Jerusalem

    Where the mothers of sons never cease their weeping
    where the fathers of faith in the ground lie sleeping
    where the seeds of time have a whirlwind reaping
    oh
    Jerusalem is.

    Where the cobblestones wet with the blood of ages
    hear the echo of wheels turning hist'ry's pages -
    where the cries of fools stilled the words of sages
    oh
    Jerusalem is.

    'neath an olive tree branch anyone can listen
    to the song of songs as the green leaves glisten.
    Then a summer rain falls and the raindrops christen
    what Jerusalem is.

    And the river runs on and the world keeps turning
    and the water's cold to the sands are burning
    and the mountains know while we still are learning
    what Jerusalem is.

    Oh
    when will tomorrow's sons
    tomorrow's daughters
    never taste of the bread cast upon the waters
    and put down the sword that performed the slaughters
    Where Jerusalem is ?

    Where the cobblestones wet with the blood of ages
    hear the echo of wheels turning hist'ry's pages -
    where the cries of fools stilled the words of sages

    oh
    Jerusalem is......