I have been filled with longing
For golden stone and cobbled streets
For prayer and dance by the Holy of Holies
I have been yearning
With a people centuries’ old
For a land of promise
A home of hope
I have been praying
For the call to our hearts to grow loud
And the clamor of the world
To turn to ambient sound
I have been aching
For barren army bases
And for every tear
To be wiped from our faces
I have been seeking
The Third Temple
Standing tall on Har HaBayit
That hallowed place where
The sun bathes us in the warmest light
Where children laugh
And swords are laid down without a fight
When brothers will be brothers once again
And the world will be one with no end
