Little orphans in the snow

With nowhere to call their 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 it's glass.

Israel, in Is-ra-e-a-e-el!

In Israel, in Is-ra-e-a-e-e1!

Shattered fragments of the past

Meet in veins of real stained glass

Like the lifeline in your palm

Red and Green reflects a scene

Of a long forgotten dream

There were Princes - and there were Kings!

Now hidden in disguise

Cheap wrappings of lies

Keep your hearts alive

With a song from inside!

Even though we're all alone

We are never on our own

When we're singing... singing

Hoooooa! Hoooooa!

There's a man who's looking in

And he smiles a toothless grin

Because he's singing, singing.

Sees some people shine with glee

But their song is jealousy

Their hate his clanging...

Maddening!

In Israel, will they sing Happy Noel?

In Israel, in Is-ra-e-a-e-el

Israel, in Is-ra-e-a-e-el

In Israel, will they sing Happy No-o-o-o-el?