Out of the blue surge good thoughts of you
Long have we been parted, I am ever true.
sky and sea murmur thrills to me.
Soon I'll meet my lover, far across the sea.
The setting sun throws scarlet rays.
The day tiptoes away.
The green claked hills draw purple veils.
The flowers stay their stay.
From the Syrian Heights
to the Dead sea depths
Soldiers and Pilgrims are praying
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem,