Naomi Shemer Shuli Nathan Yeroushalayim shel zahav ירושלים של זהב

The mountain air is clear as wine The scent of pines around Is carried on the breeze of twilight, And tinkling bells resound. The trees and stones there softly slumber, A dream enfolds them all. So solitary lies the city, And at its heart a wall. Oh, Jerusalem of gold, and of light and of bronze, I am the lute for all your songs The wells are filled again with water, The square with joyous crowd, On the Temple Mount within the City, The shofar rings out loud. Within the caverns in the mo