WHEN I WALK IN THE JOY OF THE EARLY MORNING BREEZE
When I walk in the joy of the early morning breeze
And think of all the goodness
That has been given in my life
I can only thank G-d
That I still walk in Yerushalayim free and happy
After so many years
In old age
Still alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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