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 their 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 their 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

Ho, ho

There's a man who's looking in and he smiles a toothless grin

Because he's singing, singing

See some people shine with glee but their song is jealousy

Their hate is clanging, maddening

In Israel will they sing "Happy Noel?"

In Israel, in Israel

Israel, in Israel

In Israel will they sing "Happy Noel?"

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