Am
1. Where the mothers of sons never cease their weeping
G
where the fathers of faith in the ground lie sleeping
Am E7
where the seeds of time have a whirlwind reaping oh Jerusalem is.
mezzoforte
Am
2. Where the cobblestones wet with the blood of ages
G
hear the echo of wheels turning hist'ry's pages -
Am E7
where the cries of fools stilled the words of sages
oh Jerusalem is.
forte
Am
3. 'neath an olive tree branch anyone can listen
G decrescendo
to the song of songs as the green leaves glisten.
Am E7
Then a summer rain falls and the raindrops christen
what Jerusalem is.
fortissimo
Am
4. And the river runs on and the↓