Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the fair city surrounded by hills, by hills surrounded
As the Lord of hosts surrounds His people, His people enclose
Nestled up in the Judaean hills, oh Land of Judah
Scorched by the sun, and swept by the winds of the Judaean desert
Uncomely compared to Rome, to Taj Mahal
Yet you are the desire of every man and every creed
Over you they fight: Saladin, Barbarossa and papa
Dancing over the same cobblestones that sicarii, the men of zeal and the legionnaires danced
In years of yore, while the native sons wept with heads broken
Jerusalem will you hear the Shema again, will you?
Yes, I will, I will
And Shema you heard, when your sons and daughters returned
But you also heard the hatikva, as the beard of Theodore Herzl touched the head of Ben Gurion
Jerusalem, may you not suffer bereavement again!