Take me home
Mother, take me home.
Take me home
to the land I was born
to the land I call hom
Take me home.
Father, take me home.
Take me home
to the place of my birth
where my loyalites lie
Take me home,
little sister, take me home.
Take me home
to the pain, blood and tears
take me home
to the war and the guns
the terrorism, the pain, the killings
take me home.
Take me home,
Brother, take me home.
Let me run
carefree in a field of wild flowers
in the valley of Jezreel
Let me go on adventures
with my freinds
hiking in the desert sleeping under the stars
Let me feel at home
playing guitar on the beach
with complete strangers,
closer than brothers
Let me
work the land and build it up
and make the desert bloom
let me follow in my grandfathers footsteps
Let me climb masada and
ski on the Hermon
Let me swim in the Red Sea
and float in the Dead Sea
Let me dance in the streets
on holidays
drinking in the revelry
becoming one with our people, Israel
as if I never left
rejoicing as we did in '48
But most importantly, Mother, Father
Let me go home.
