After the days of cold rain
When the sun suddenly glistens every tree and bush
It seems as if the world outside
Mirrors the soul
And has a beauty and a light- inescapable
How I love to be alive now
In these wondrous Jerusalem moments
In my old age
Before the time of my praise
Has vanished
Like yesterday's wind and rain
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the beauty of the first stanza shines salom salom Jerusalem, may the blessings of peace and prosperity, soon fill your streets for eternity