Now My City Is Waiting 

Music by Naomi Shemer 

 

Morning sun lights the hillside, 

Shadows lengthen with years. 

Walls of stone with their gates wide, 

Washed with blood, stained with tears. 

  

    There my city is waiting. 

    Which gate shall I pass through? 

    Grey the shadows of morning 

    As my life starts anew. 

  

Night winds march through the towers, 

Cries that echo in space. 

Darkness fades with the hours, 

Grains of sand in their place. 

  

    Now my city is waiting 

    Which gate shall I pass through? 

    Grey the shadows of morning 

    As my life starts anew. 

  

Aged voices implore me, 

I must go where they call. 

All my past is before me. 

More will come if I fall. 

  

    Now my city is waiting 

    Which gate shall I pass through? 

    Grey the shadows of morning 

    As my life starts anew.

Image by Marcia Isaacs (www.marcia-isaacs.com)