Oh, where do we go, Where do we go from here? Where to go? To the side of a hill Blood was spilt We were still looking at each other. But we're going back there?
Jerusalem Jerusalem
Shout, shout, with a shout Shout it out, shout Shout it out.
I want to go, to the foot of Mount Zion To the foot of He who made me see To the side of a hill blood was spilt We were filled with a love And we're going to be there again