Little orphans in the snow with nowhere to call a home
Start their singing, singing
Waiting through the summertime to thaw your hearts in wintertime
That’s why they’re 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 on the stained glass
Like the lifeline in your palm
Red and green reflect the scene of a long forgotten dream
There were princes and there were kings . . .
Now hidden in disguise / cheap wrappings of lies
Keep your heart alive with a song from inside
Even though we’re all alone, we are never on our own when we’re 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 will they sing Happy Noel ?