The birds have been scattered from their nest out of season
The sheep have been driven from their fold without a reason
Some children have never seen their home;
Who will free them?
The sun still shines the same upon the land
The mountains and the hills and every man
And yet there is the stain of oppression in the Land.
PALESTINE ... you are deep within the heart
Of all the children of your land
Whose hopes in you are chained:
PALESTINE ... like the fire that never dies
'Til freedom reigns beneath your skies
Faithful we will remain.
The sacred dove of peace our greatest possession
Is bleeding in the streets throughout the nation
And lying at the feet of occupation.
For those without a home, the memory grows more bitter
With each passing day and every freezing winter
With each passing day and every freezing winter.