Little orphans in the snow / With nowhere to call a home Start their singing, singing Waiting through the summertime / To thaw your hearts in wintertime That’s why they’re singing, singing… Waiting for a sign to turn blood into wine The sweet taste in your mouth / Turned bitter in its glass Israel…in Israel… Shattered fragments of the past / Meet in veins on the stained glass Like the lifeline in your palm Red and green reflects the scene / Of a long-forgotten dream There were princes and there were kings Now hidden in disguise / Cheap wrappings of lies Keep your heart alive with a song from inside Even though we’re all alone, we are never on our own when we’re singing There’s a man who’s looking in, and he smiles a toothless grin Because he’s singing, singing… See some people shine with glee, but their song is jealousy Their hate is clanging, maddening… In Israel…will they sing Happy Noel? Israel…in Israel..in Israel will they sing Happy Noel ?
Posted on: Sun, 19 Oct 2014 10:40:11 +0000