12 tribes just hanging in the streets of a city
A place where HE has placed his name
Every 7th year we hear the word read
On the same streets where the holy spirit came
In these alleyways we lay our heads
Brother I can tell you there’s no shame
Resting on a bed of palm fronds
You can bet I’ve made myself some shade
This city is a light, filled with the Father’s love, and
a people in whom he may delight, as a father
should in the works his children have done
Now by the commandment of the most high
We’ve all come to praise his name
Notice all the bright and happy faces here
You’ll be so very glad you came
You might see men dancing in the street
Might even see those cloaked in fame
But at this time of year and in this city
We are all the same
So let's raise a glass, to our friends long gone
and those who still
Remain, by the campfire light,
while the moon is full and bright
You may have heard it called the wedding feast
Darling that song is not quite done,
In the meanwhile we in-gather here
While all our hopes are locked on one
When the moon was dark we listened
For loud trumpets from the east
We know one holy Yom Teruah
He will appear and save us from these beasts.
Because this city is a light, filled with the Father's sons, and a people in whom HE may delight
like a father should in the work his children have done
So the harvest is over,
and all your work is done
Now raise your glass
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