Since the first Temple’s burning

And the banishment of our nation

So our people, turned to yearning

To return to our proper  station

Our ethos, and our life

Came to ebb, with the loss of our throne

And the stillness of G-d’s people

Came to stink, of dry bones

When our dry bones turned to dust

And the dust, to disappear

The words of the Infinite

Made us Live! Bade us Hear!

And the dust turned into bone

On it sinew burst anew

In the only place worth being

As a nation, as a Jew

So come join me, fellow Jews, and

Let us dance upon the land

Let the desert rise to greet us

With the blossoms of our hand

We will burn the rags of exile

We will bind this open sore

We will shed this domicile

And be wanderers no more!