The mountain air is clear as water,
The scent of pine around,
Is carried on the breeze of twilight,
And twinkling bells resound.
The Trees and stones there softly slumber,
A Dream enfolds them all,
So solitary lies the city,
And at it’s heart- a wall.
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
A thousand suns will glow,
We'll take the Dead Sea road together,
That runs through Jericho.
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 forever,
Like a seraph's kiss, I'm told,
If I forget thee, golden city,
Jerusalem of gold.