As clear as wine, the wind is flying
Among the dreamy pines
As evening light is slowly dying
And a lonely bell still chimes,
So many songs, so many stories
The stony hills recall ...
Around her heart my city carries
lonely ancient wall.
 [bad word] all of gold [bad word]  bronze and light
Within my heart I shall treasure
Your song and sight.

Alas, the dry wells and fountains,
Forgotten market-day
The sound of horn from Temple's mountain
No longer calls to pray,
The rocky caves at night are haunted
By sounds of long ago
When we were going to the Jordan
By way of Jericho.
 [bad word] all of gold [bad word]  bronze and light
Within my heart I shall treasure
Your song and sight.

But when [bad word] to count your praises
And sing Hallel to you
With pretty rhymes I dare not crown you
As other poets do,
Upon my lips is always burning
Your name, so dear, so old:
If I forget [bad word] Of bronze and light and gold ...
 [bad word] all of gold [bad word]  bronze and light
Within my heart I shall treasure
Your song and sight.

Back to the wells and to the fountains
Within the ancient walls
The sound of horn from Temple's mountain
Again so loudly calls,
From rocky caves, this very morning
thousand suns will glow
And we shall go down to the Jordan
By way of Jericho.
 [bad word] all of gold [bad word]  bronze and light
Within my heart I shall treasure
Your song and sight.