Songs/
Tel Hai
The Song of Acre Prisoners

Lyrics: Ze'ev Jabotinsky

Music: Josef Milat

From Dan until Be'er Sheva,

from Gilad to the sea,

not a foot of our land was

not atoned for with blood.

 

Hebrew blood was totally absorbed

by every ploughed field, and mountain and valley;

Yet from generation to generation

There was no purer blood than - that spilled

of the ploughmen of Tel Hai

of the ploughmen of Tel Hai.

 

Between Ayelet and Metula,

concealed in a desolate grave,

the border guardian of our land was silenced.

The hero was severed.

 

We are captives but our hearts

lean towards Tel Hai in the north;

We, we shall own,

the crown of the Hermon, the crown of the Hermon.

More >

Chagim Center

Home for the Jewish Holidays

Tel: 04-6536344

Fax: 04-6532683

Email: machon@chagim.co.il

Kibbutz Beit Hashita 1080100

Israel

Registered Foundation No. 58-0459212

Department of Education

World Zionist Organization

Tel: +972-2-6202663

Fax:+972-2-6202662

Email: projectsedu@wzo.org.il 

48 King George St., P.O.B 92

Jerusalem 9100002

Israel

  • Facebook - Black Circle
  • YouTube - Black Circle
  • Facebook - Black Circle
  • YouTube - Black Circle