Jerusalem



JERUSALEM OF GOLD

by Naomi Shemer


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.