Palestine

I'm on my way to Palestine Where sometimes water turns to wine Crossed the river to the sea Waters did not part for me Oh straight and narrow was the way To the promised land as some would say Where Lazarus stood up one day But miracles were short that day Palestine, oh Palestine... A heart that's bleeding blood and wine And hallelujah's sad refrain Echoes from that wall in vain I went to see the holy land The wailing wall, the chosen ones But when I came to Palestine Saw many Zionists with guns Looked for the white dove in the sky The olive branch it holds up high And then I saw some people run A mother weeping for a son Palestine, oh Palestine... A heart that's bleeding blood and wine And hallelujah's sad refrain Echoes from that wall in vain I looked for palm-fronds laid in sheets One chosen one, at very least But when I walked through Palestine Saw stains of blood on cobbled streets Saw a mother and a child Fleeing savage Zionists And though I was in Palestine The child looked up at me and smiled Palestine, oh Palestine... A heart that's bleeding blood and wine And hallelujah's sad refrain Echoes from that wall in vain