
Date of issue: 07.02.2013
Song language: English
99 Names |
A lantern was lit as we walked through the door |
A strong wind blew, but the oil was pure |
Far away were the lights of Tel Aviv, |
99 names on a string of beads |
We stood on the balcony looking over his land, |
His arm round my shoulder, his hand in my hand |
Silence settled in, just the wind through the leaves |
and 99 names on a string of beads |
Wood to wood, stone to stone |
Man is made of flesh and bone |
Perhaps God saw that it was good |
But now there’s only stone and wood |
«A man has his faith and his land and that’s all.» |
He said to me quietly as we walked down the hall |
«They came in the night and uprooted my trees» |
Now they’re 99 names on a string of beads |
«This land is where my grandchildren will dwell. |
I’m patient insha’Allah, but stubborn as well.» |
Like Noah waiting for the flood to recede, |
With 99 names on a string of beads |
He took my wrist in his hand and held on tight |
«How is it you find your path in the night? |
From where does it come and to where does it lead?» |
Then he placed in my palm his string of beads |
He gave me the house and took the stairs for himself |
The lantern quietly placed on a shelf |
I stared at the flame and sat clutching my knees |
And 99 names on a string of beads |
Wood to wood and stone to stone, |
Here in my hand of flesh and bone |
Perhaps there’s something I’ve misunderstood |
Between the stone and the wood |