Jerusalem

A tale of one called Ali Baba
The place was Jerusalem
We met him on the Mount of Olives
Beneath graves of ancient man
He came down from the back street
Put us under a sacred curse
He gave us old coins and in return
He put our own back into his purse
The Turkish Temple up on the hill
It stood tall, it could not hide
Ali Baba would be our guide
When we wanted to see inside

Ooh, Jerusalem
Walking on a pathway made of stone and sand
Ooh, in the ancient land
Ooh, they took us by the hand
In Jerusalem

The Arab bus and the camel rides
Really took us by surprise
The rich Americans and the Lebanese hash
Could only add to Ali's stash
He came down from the back street
Put us under a sacred curse
Little would we know by the end of that day
We'd share a part of his universe

Ooh, Jerusalem
Walking on a pathway made of stone and sand
Ooh, in the ancient land
Ooh, they took us by the hand
In Jerusalem

We were feeling hungry
We wanted to eat
He offered us a hundred and twenty camels
for our wives
We said "no thanks, we're happy with our lives"
The story does not cease
We shared a moveable feast
He turned water into wine
The Turkish tea was so fine

Ooh, Jerusalem
Walking on a pathway made of stone and sand
Ooh, in the ancient land
Ooh, they took us by the hand
In Jerusalem

Ooh, Jerusalem
Walking on a pathway made of stone and sand
Ooh, in the ancient land
Ooh, they took us by the hand
In Jerusalem

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