You're right! Here's the translation of the lyrics:
JERUSALEM OF GOLD
The mountain air is clear as wine And the scent of pines Is carried on the breeze of twilight With the sound of bells.
And in the slumber of tree and stone Captured in her dream The city that sits solitary And in its midst is a wall.
Chorus: Jerusalem of gold And of bronze, and of light Behold I am a violin for all your songs. x2
How the cisterns have dried The market-place is empty And no one frequents the Temple Mount In the Old City.
And in the caves in the mountain Winds are howling And no one descends to the Dead Sea By way of Jericho.
Chorus...
But as I come to sing to you today, And to adorn crowns to you (i.e. to tell your praise) I am the smallest of the youngest of your children (i.e. the least worthy of doing so) And of the last poet (i.e. of all the poets born).
For your name scorches the lips Like the kiss of a seraph If I forget thee, Jerusalem, Which is all gold...
Chorus...
We have returned to the cisterns To the market and to the market-place A ram's horn calls out on the Temple Mount In the Old City.
And in the caves in the mountain Thousands of suns shine - We will once again descend to the Dead Sea By way of Jericho!
I am a wife, a mother, a sister, a friend...but above all, I'm the daughter of Almighty God, the creator of all things, a sinner redeemed by the blood of Jesus Christ through whom I have eternal life.
2 comments:
Beautiful! I recognize her voice from the Prince of Egypt. I wish I knew what she was saying.
You're right! Here's the translation of the lyrics:
JERUSALEM OF GOLD
The mountain air is clear as wine
And the scent of pines
Is carried on the breeze of twilight
With the sound of bells.
And in the slumber of tree and stone
Captured in her dream
The city that sits solitary
And in its midst is a wall.
Chorus:
Jerusalem of gold
And of bronze, and of light
Behold I am a violin for all your songs.
x2
How the cisterns have dried
The market-place is empty
And no one frequents the Temple Mount
In the Old City.
And in the caves in the mountain
Winds are howling
And no one descends to the Dead Sea
By way of Jericho.
Chorus...
But as I come to sing to you today,
And to adorn crowns to you (i.e. to tell your praise)
I am the smallest of the youngest of your children (i.e. the least worthy of doing so)
And of the last poet (i.e. of all the poets born).
For your name scorches the lips
Like the kiss of a seraph
If I forget thee, Jerusalem,
Which is all gold...
Chorus...
We have returned to the cisterns
To the market and to the market-place
A ram's horn calls out on the Temple Mount
In the Old City.
And in the caves in the mountain
Thousands of suns shine -
We will once again descend to the Dead Sea
By way of Jericho!
Chorus...
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