Israel

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, singing
 Waiting for a sign to turn blood into wine
 The sweet taste in your mouth turned bitter in its glass
 Israel, 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 reflects the scene
 Of a long forgotten dream
 There were princes and there were kings
 There's a man who's looking in
 And he smiles a toothless grin
 Because he's singing, singing
 See some people shine with glee
 Because their song is jealousy
 Their hate is clanging, maddening
 In Israel will they sing Happy Noel
 Israel, in Israel
 Israel, in Israel
 Israel will they sing Happy Noel