Oh, where do we go,

Where do we go from here?

Where to go?

To the side of a hill

Blood was spilt

We were still looking at each other.

But we're going back there?



Jerusalem

Jerusalem



Shout, shout, with a shout

Shout it out, shout

Shout it out.



I want to go, to the foot of Mount Zion

To the foot of He who made me see

To the side of a hill blood was spilt

We were filled with a love

And we're going to be there again



Jerusalem

Jerusalem



Jerusalem

Jerusalem

Jerusalem

Jerusalem

Jerusalem



Shout, shout, with a shout

Shout, with a shout.