| Little orphans in the snow
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| With nowhere to call a home
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| Start their singing
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| Waiting through the summertime
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| To thaw your hearts in wintertime
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| That’s why they’re singing…
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| Waiting for a sign to turn blood into wine
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| The sweet taste in your mouth--turned bitter in it’s glass
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| Israel… in Israel
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| Israel… in Israel
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| Shattered fragments of the past
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| Meet in veins on the stained glass
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| Like the lifeline in your palm
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| Red and green reflects the scene
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| Of a long forgotten dream
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| There were princes and there were kings
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| Now hidden in disguise--cheap wrappings of lies
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| Keep your heart alive with a song from inside
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| Even though we’re all alone
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| We are never on our own when we’re singing
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| There’s a man who’s looking in And he smiles a toothless grin
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| Because he’s singing…
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| See some people shine with glee
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| But their song is jealousy
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| Their hate is clanging--maddening
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| In Israel… will they sing Happy Noel
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| Israel… in Israel
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| Israel… in Israel
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| In Israel will they sing Happy Noel |