How I love you,
O\' Israel.
You are one,
of the oldest gifts.
You are a city,
that sits high on the hill.
Your nation is exalted.
You are a beautiful wonder.
So it is no wonder at all,
that others want you.
Yet, your beauty shows -
when you valiantly,
defend yourself.
When others come against you -
many against a small nation -
you defend yourself valiantly.
Isreal,
O\' Israel,
your trees grow beautifully.
Your waters glisten,
off of the sun.
O\' Israel,
you will forever,
be a part of me.