On to Israel
On to 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 its glass
Israel, in Israel
Israel, in Israel
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
Home, home
On to Israel
On to Israel
On to Israel
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 Israel
Israel, in Israel
In Israel, will they sing Happy Noel?
On to Israel
On to Israel
On to Israel
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