I was in Paris and also in Rome
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I saw the seven wonders of the world,
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in the north pole and south,
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But there is no place like the Land of Israel.
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And like postcards of beautiful scenery
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Pictures in my memory fly,
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Like a camera lens
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I will carry them in backpacks
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Anywhere, on any journey
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Mosaic pieces from a whole picture.
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Hello Wonderful Country,
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Your humble servant brings you a psalm.
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Even if sometimes I wander on a road,
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It is good to wander but it is better to return.
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The towers of the towers in Jerusalem
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and the alleys of the colorful market
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The tile roofs of Givatayim
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The sprouts through my window.
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the spring in Tel Aviv,
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my grandmother and my grandfather,
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the chala and the Shabbat candles,
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The Dead Sea in front of Adom
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And Lot's wife watches Sodom
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And the summer will come to Eilat.
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Hello Wonderful Country...
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The blue waters of the Kinneret
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and the matching sky above
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and the familiar feeling of home
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Inside my veins flows like electricity.
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The mountains of Galilee and Samaria,
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the orchards in Sharon,
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and children in the colony kindergarten
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The Carmel and the sea
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one by one and all,
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Always winking, saying welcome.
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Hello Wonderful Country... |