There are times I wonder And I dream about the day When everything is grand Home in our/the land We have awaited And believed in For so long Close your eyes, imagine As we gaze with awe and pride Together we behold True is the gold Of Yerushalayim Ir Hakodesh Shining high and strong And no Jew will be left behind No tears will be left to be cried No power or pain Will send us back again We are home And forever this time And standing proud as we pray As ever we live for that day When Golus will be But a distant memory And no Jew will be left behind Though the days seem empty We can fill them all with Mitzvos Knowing that each deed Is all we need To bring the loneliness of Golus To its end There is none too lowly Or too lost To lend a hand Together as we try Look to the sky And you will see a Beis Hamikdosh burning Waiting to descend