Silent eyes watching Jerusalem,
Make her bed of stones.
Silent eyes,
No one will comfort her,
Jerusalem weeps alone.
She is sorrow, sorrow,
She burns like a flame,
And she calls my name.
Silente yes,
Burning in the desert sun,
Halfway to Jerusalem.
And we shall all be called as witnesses,
Each and ev'ryone,
To stand before the eyes of God,
And speak what was done.
Writer(s): Paul Simon
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