He will bring in his hands
Lyrics: Yoram Taharlev
Music: Yair Rosenblum
In our narrow street
There lives a strange carpenter
He sits in his shed
And does nothing
No-one comes to buy
And no-one visits
And for two years
He has not done any carpentry
And he carries one dream still in his heart…..
To build a chair for Elijah when he comes
He will bring in his hands
To Elijah the Prophet
And he sits and waits for him
For years he dreams that he will achieve it
He keeps his secret and waits for him….
When will that day come?
In our narrow street
There lives a strange cobbler
He sits in his shed
And does nothing
His shelves are empty
Covered in dust
For two years the secret has been exposed
And he dreams that he will sew the shoes
Over mountains the herald shall come
He will bring in his hands
To Elijah the Prophet
He sits and waits…
In Jerusalem there is
A man, who is really not young
Who has built a lot of houses
In every corner of the city
He knows every alleyway
Every street and every neighbourhood
He has built the entire city
For the past seventy years
And he dreams that like he has built the city
He will put the cornerstone on the Temple
He will bring in his hands
To Elijah the Prophet
And he sits…..