SONG OF PALESTINE

There’s a wind
Blowing through the sorrow
It’s filling me
With courage
Proud you carry
The tears of longing
Sing till it’s singing
In my blood

Oh
All my little ones...

The children of Palestine
Got to free the bleeding river
Your eyes, so bright
Lit the stars of night
And the olive grove’s
whispering silver

I’m waiting for you
Waiting for you
till you return
I’m waiting for you
Waiting for you
till you return