Hagit Yaso - Jerusalem of Gold ירושלים של זהב -חגית יאסו

ירושלים של זהב

[@haimabis8279]

Bless Israel and Jerusalem! May God give it's people a wisdom!! I miss every thing I know I belong there I'm Ethiopian Jew living in US it always take me away when I ever listen to her..one day. One more day I'll be there! May God of Abraham, yishak, and yakob bless Israel! And yerusalem!!

[@allenmoses110]

I've been listening to her singing for about 2 years now. Its amazing. Its therapy, beauty, joy, etc.

[@allenmoses110]

Her performances always leave me speechless. So elegant and beautiful.

[@na421]

Love this ravishing rendition of the sublime YERUSHALAYIM SHEL ZAHAV (Jerusalem of Gold) about the city of King Dawid. Incidentally, I think, her delivery is on a par with the great singing of Ofra Haza and Shuli Natan. Mazel tov, Hagit.

[@HagitYaso]

Thank you

[@Elijah777]

Nice melody ❤️

[@davidbirnboym3215]

אני כל פעם מוקסם מחדש מהקול המפעים הזה

[@Hadarzec]

אוף למה את לא שורפת כל במה אפשרית כבר?! מדהימה

[@johnmaccabi1667]

My heart is breaking and ecstatic simultaneously.

[@johnmaccabi1667]

I hope to come and see you next year.

[@גלישייהסימון]

איזה בת אדם מדהימה את!!! כל כל כך יפה!!!

[@taytaspay5815]

איזה כייף איתה !!!

[@taa64777]

Beautiful song, beautiful singer

[@שלמהוולף-ז5ג]

את שרה מדהים חגית

[@AmanecerCristal]

Amo ésta canción de Jerusalem tierra bendita del Dios de los ejércitos.

[@darvi5762]

Wish i could understand what she's saying it sounds so so beautiful

[@GeoffSh4rt]

It is beautiful.

[@allenmoses110]

JERUSALEM OF GOLD  The mountain air is clear as wine And the scent of pines Is carried on the breeze of twilight With the sound of bells. And in the slumber of tree and stone Captured in her dream The city that sits solitary And in its midst is a wall. Chorus: Jerusalem of gold And of copper, and of light Behold I am a violin for all your songs. x2 How the cisterns have dried The market-place is empty And no one frequents the Temple Mount In the Old City. And in the caves in the mountain Winds are howling And no one descends to the Dead Sea By way of Jericho.

[@allenmoses110]

JERUSALEM OF GOLD  The mountain air is clear as wine And the scent of pines Is carried on the breeze of twilight With the sound of bells. And in the slumber of tree and stone Captured in her dream The city that sits solitary And in its midst is a wall. Chorus: Jerusalem of gold And of copper, and of light Behold I am a violin for all your songs. x2 How the cisterns have dried The market-place is empty And no one frequents the Temple Mount In the Old City. And in the caves in the mountain Winds are howling And no one descends to the Dead Sea By way of Jericho. Chorus: But as I come to sing to you today, And to adorn crowns to you (i.e. to tell your praise) I am the smallest of the youngest of your children (i.e. the least worthy of doing so) And of the last poet (i.e. of all the poets born). For your name scorches the lips Like the kiss of a seraph If I forget thee, Jerusalem, Which is all gold... Chorus: We have returned to the cisterns To the market and to the market-place A ram's horn calls out on the Temple Mount In the Old City. And in the caves in the mountain Thousands of suns shine - We will once again descend to the Dead Sea By way of Jericho!

[@allenmoses110]

JERUSALEM OF GOLD  The mountain air is clear as wine And the scent of pines Is carried on the breeze of twilight With the sound of bells. And in the slumber of tree and stone Captured in her dream The city that sits solitary And in its midst is a wall. Chorus: Jerusalem of gold And of copper, and of light Behold I am a violin for all your songs. x2 How the cisterns have dried The market-place is empty And no one frequents the Temple Mount In the Old City. And in the caves in the mountain Winds are howling And no one descends to the Dead Sea By way of Jericho. Chorus: But as I come to sing to you today, And to adorn crowns to you (i.e. to tell your praise) I am the smallest of the youngest of your children (i.e. the least worthy of doing so) And of the last poet (i.e. of all the poets born). For your name scorches the lips Like the kiss of a seraph If I forget thee, Jerusalem, Which is all gold... Chorus: We have returned to the cisterns To the market and to the market-place A ram's horn calls out on the Temple Mount In the Old City. And in the caves in the mountain Thousands of suns shine - We will once again descend to the Dead Sea By way of Jericho!

[@darvi5762]

@@allenmoses110 thank you so much, appreciate the effort, very lovely song.

[@epic2731]

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