Am
1. Where the mothers of sons never cease their weeping
G
where the fathers of faith in the ground lie sleeping
Am E7
where the seeds of time have a whirlwind reaping oh Jerusalem is.
mezzoforte
Am
2. Where the cobblestones wet with the blood of ages
G
hear the echo of wheels turning hist’ry’s pages –
Am E7
where the cries of fools stilled the words of sages
oh Jerusalem is.
forte
Am
3. ‘neath an olive tree branch anyone can listen
G decrescendo
to the song of songs as the green leaves glisten.
Am E7
Then a summer rain falls and the raindrops christen
what Jerusalem is.
fortissimo
Am
4. And the river runs on and the world keeps turning
G
and the water’s cold to the sands are burning
Am decrescendo E7
and the mountains know while we still are learning
what Jerusalem is.
piano
Am Am
5. Oh when will tomorrow’s sons tomorrow’s daughters
G
never taste of the bread cast upon the waters
Am Am7 E7
and put down the sword that performed the slaughters
where Jerusalem is?
piano
Am
1. Where the mothers of sons never cease their weeping
G
where the fathers of faith in the ground lie sleeping
Am E7
where the seeds of time have a whirlwind reaping
oh Jerusalem is.
1. Where the mothers of sons never cease their weeping
G
where the fathers of faith in the ground lie sleeping
Am E7
where the seeds of time have a whirlwind reaping oh Jerusalem is.
mezzoforte
Am
2. Where the cobblestones wet with the blood of ages
G
hear the echo of wheels turning hist’ry’s pages –
Am E7
where the cries of fools stilled the words of sages
oh Jerusalem is.
forte
Am
3. ‘neath an olive tree branch anyone can listen
G decrescendo
to the song of songs as the green leaves glisten.
Am E7
Then a summer rain falls and the raindrops christen
what Jerusalem is.
fortissimo
Am
4. And the river runs on and the world keeps turning
G
and the water’s cold to the sands are burning
Am decrescendo E7
and the mountains know while we still are learning
what Jerusalem is.
piano
Am Am
5. Oh when will tomorrow’s sons tomorrow’s daughters
G
never taste of the bread cast upon the waters
Am Am7 E7
and put down the sword that performed the slaughters
where Jerusalem is?
piano
Am
1. Where the mothers of sons never cease their weeping
G
where the fathers of faith in the ground lie sleeping
Am E7
where the seeds of time have a whirlwind reaping
oh Jerusalem is.
