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, 
dream enfolds them all. 
So solitary lies the city, 
And at its heart -- a wall.
    [bad word]  
Oh, [bad word] of gold, 
and of light and of bronze, 
I am the lute for all your songs. 
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Verse 2

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 
thousand suns will glow, 
We'll take the Dead Sea road together,  [bad word] through Jericho.
    [bad word]  
Oh, [bad word] of gold, 
and of light and of bronze, 
I am the lute for all your songs. 
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Verse 3 

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's kiss, I'm told, 
If I forget thee, golden city,  [bad word] of gold.
    [bad word] 
Oh, [bad word] of gold,
and of light and of bronze, 
I am the lute for all your songs. 
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