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. (2x)
The wells are filled again with water,
The square with joyous crowd,
On the Temple Mount within the City,
The shofar rings out loud.
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. (2x)
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 for ever,
Like a seraph's1 kiss, I'm told,
If I forget thee, golden city,
Jerusalem of gold.
Oh, Jerusalem of gold,
and of light and of bronze,
I am the lute for all your songs. (2x)
1. A Seraph is an angelic being, regarded in traditional Christian and Jewish angelology as belonging to the highest order of the nine fold celestial hierarchy, associated with light, ardour, and purity.