Next Year

L'shanah haba'ah… b'Yerushalayim… From the river of Babylon To the snow of the Baltic shore From the Cape to the Georgia pines We have said it a thousand times or more We never saw the walls But the walls were in our song Jerusalem! Jerusalem! A city made of gold and stone Two thousand years we've called you home And never been home at all Jerusalem, you call… you call Coins in a box for trees we'd never see Hebrew on our lips we didn't understand Still the old men cried and so did we Holding on to a far and holy land We never saw the walls But the walls were in our song Jerusalem! Jerusalem! A city made of gold and stone Two thousand years we've called you home And never been home at all Jerusalem, you call… you call Hineni… here I am… Like the first one who heard the call Hineni… here I am… I am standing at the wall Jerusalem! Jerusalem! A city made of gold and stone Two thousand years we've called you home And never been home at all Jerusalem, you call… you call L'shanah haba'ah… b'Yerushalayim L'shanah haba'ah…