Where the Mighty Fell

Oooooh… Fallen… fallen… On the high places… “Your glory, O Israel, is slain on your high places! How the mighty have fallen! Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Ashkelon, lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice, lest the daughters of the uncircumcised exult. Hide the shame… silence the cry… Let no enemy sing of their triumph tonight… How the mighty have fallen! Broken on the battlefield! How the mighty have fallen! Bronze and blood now sealed! Echoes cry from the mountains high— (ahhhhhh) How the mighty have fallen! “You mountains of Gilboa, let there be no dew or rain upon you, nor fields of offerings! For there the shield of the mighty was defiled, the shield of Saul, not anointed with oil. “From the blood of the slain, from the fat of the mighty, the bow of Jonathan turned not back, and the sword of Saul returned not empty. Bronze and iron that sang… now silent lies… Glory fades but the memory never dies… How the mighty have fallen! Broken on the battlefield! How the mighty have fallen! Bronze and blood now sealed! “Saul and Jonathan, beloved and lovely! In life and in death they were not divided; they were swifter than eagles; they were stronger than lions. Rise… their names… forever cry… “You daughters of Israel, weep over Saul, who clothed you luxuriously in scarlet, who put ornaments of gold on your apparel. How the mighty have fallen in the midst of the battle! “Jonathan lies slain on your high places. I am distressed for you, my brother Jonathan; very pleasant have you been to me; your love to me was extraordinary, surpassing the love of women. How the mighty have fallen! Echo through eternity! How the mighty have fallen! Gone but never free! Voices cry from the mountains high— How the mighty have fallen! “How the mighty have fallen, and the weapons of war perished…” Ooooooh… Fallen…