As the heart yearns for the land
As the soul aches for brooks of water
I long for you
For your vivid colors and endless skies
Your desert, forest, and blue coastline
I dream of going home
To this land my soul has known
The ancient, treasured hope
Which has lived for so long in our hearts
Is more than a recited trope
“Next year in Jerusalem”
No, it must be this year
The shofar has been calling
Don’t you hear?
It sings a song
A whisper first, and now a shout
We can no longer falter
With every minor doubt
Our Eternal Guide is beckoning
The God of our forebears
Has been calling
How much longer will we wait?
How much longer
Will we leave it to fate?
Mashiaḥ will bring us home, you say
But He has already opened the gates
Enough, enough
It would have been enough
And yet we linger
And yet we hesitate
What if we try to leave
When it is already too late?
