Israel

Little orphans in the snow With nowhere to call their 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 it's glass. Israel, in Is-ra-e-a-e-el! In Israel, in Is-ra-e-a-e-e1! Shattered fragments of the past Meet in veins of real stained glass Like the lifeline in your palm Red and Green reflects a scene Of a long forgotten dream There were Princes - and there were Kings! Now hidden in disguise Cheap wrappings of lies Keep your hearts alive With a song from inside! Even though we're all alone We are never on our own When we're singing... singing Hoooooa! Hoooooa! There's a man who's looking in And he smiles a toothless grin Because he's singing, singing. Sees some people shine with glee But their song is jealousy Their hate his clanging... Maddening! In Israel, will they sing Happy Noel? In Israel, in Is-ra-e-a-e-el Israel, in Is-ra-e-a-e-el In Israel, will they sing Happy No-o-o-o-el?