On the road on the road to Yerushalayim now,
Riding swiftly to the heavens how we soar,
We must always look up, to where purity is found,
Striving higher than before.
Every day every night, decisions we must make,
Some uplifting thought is what we need to find,
We must make this our goal, on the road we choose to take,
Yerushalayim's on our mind,
But if the meloncholy is growing,
Spirits in a state of decline.
Tears of frustration are flowing,
Take Yerushalayim to be mine.
On the road………..
Here hashem will rest his mighty throne,
Land of miracle, so may show
History in every simple stone
We feel such as to ecstacy,
And such pride, why can't we reside,
In our land, that is what he planned,
Wouldn't that be grand.
When this Galus makes us feel lonely,
And we seem to endlessly roam,
Dreaming and whishing if only,
Time is then to head back to our home.
On the road on the road to Yerushalayim I,
Find myself climbing to the mountains peak,
With each milestone I pass, I keep looking to the sky
What satisfaction that I seek
Take us down, Geulah's narrow street,
Ancient kosel, beyond the defeat,
Taste this land, where past and present meet
We feel such as to ecstacy,
And such pride, why can't we reside,
In our land, that is what he planned,
Wouldn't that be grand.
On the road on the road to Yerushalayim now,
Rising swiftly to the heavens how we soar,
We must always look up to where purity is found
Striving higher than before
Yerushalayim Now...
Riding swiftly to the heavens how we soar,
We must always look up, to where purity is found,
Striving higher than before.
Every day every night, decisions we must make,
Some uplifting thought is what we need to find,
We must make this our goal, on the road we choose to take,
Yerushalayim's on our mind,
But if the meloncholy is growing,
Spirits in a state of decline.
Tears of frustration are flowing,
Take Yerushalayim to be mine.
On the road………..
Here hashem will rest his mighty throne,
Land of miracle, so may show
History in every simple stone
We feel such as to ecstacy,
And such pride, why can't we reside,
In our land, that is what he planned,
Wouldn't that be grand.
When this Galus makes us feel lonely,
And we seem to endlessly roam,
Dreaming and whishing if only,
Time is then to head back to our home.
On the road on the road to Yerushalayim I,
Find myself climbing to the mountains peak,
With each milestone I pass, I keep looking to the sky
What satisfaction that I seek
Take us down, Geulah's narrow street,
Ancient kosel, beyond the defeat,
Taste this land, where past and present meet
We feel such as to ecstacy,
And such pride, why can't we reside,
In our land, that is what he planned,
Wouldn't that be grand.
On the road on the road to Yerushalayim now,
Rising swiftly to the heavens how we soar,
We must always look up to where purity is found
Striving higher than before
Yerushalayim Now...
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