Israel - Rey Pila

Little orphans in the snow

With nowhere to call a home

Start their singing

Waiting through the summertime

To thaw your hearts in wintertime

That’s why they’re singing

Waiting for a sign to turn blood into wine

The sweet taste in your mouth -- turned bitter in its glass

Israel… in Israel

Israel… in Israel

Shattered fragments of the past

Meet in veins on the stained glass

Like the lifeline in your palm

Red and green reflects the scene

Of a long forgotten dream

There were princes and there were kings

There’s a man who’s looking in

And he smiles a toothless grin

Because he’s singing

See some people shine with glee

But their song is jealousy

Their hate is clanging -- maddening

In Israel… will they sing Happy Noel

Israel… in Israel

Israel… in Israel

In Israel will they sing Happy Noel