Demis Roussos Jerusalem Of Gold
The olive trees that stand in silence Upon the hills of time To hear the voices of the city As bells of evening chime
The shofar sounding from the temple To call the world to prayer The shepherd pauses in the valley And peace is everywhere.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem Forever young, forever old My heart will sing your songs of glory Jerusalem.
And far away beyond the desert A thousand suns will glow We shall be going down to Jordan By way of Jericho.
My simple voice cannot acclaim thee Too weak the words I choose Jerusalem - if I forget thee My right arm may I lose.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem Forever young, forever old My heart will sing your songs of glory Jerusalem.