I am standing on the wall

Standing in the rain alone and all the Old City

Is placed before me on my hand and I look at it and am in love

I come up here always just to look

But now I am here on a job

But now I am here on a job

 

Yes, yes, who would have dreamt back in the classroom

When we learnt to recite On Your Walls Jerusalem

I Placed Guards

That the day would come that I would be one of them

That the day would come that I would be one of them

That the day would come that I would be one of them

 

I am standing on the wall

Standing and listening to the voices

Voices of the market and the crowds

Calls of peddlers and carts

And here is the voice of the muezzin

Here is the ring of the bells however I must listen

If there is no explosion of a grenade

If there is no explosion of a grenade

 

Yes, yes, who would have dreamt….

 

I am standing on the wall

Shivering from cold and looking and the sun has already set

Guarding from night to night in the light of the full moon

Shining on the walls and gates when will the day come

That we won’t need any more guards

We won’t need any more guards

 

Yes, yes, who would have dreamt…