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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?
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