Little orphans in the snow 
With nowhere to call a home 
Start their singing, singing 

Waiting through the summertime 
To thaw your hearts in wintertime 
That's why they're singing, singing 

Waiting for a sign to turn blood into wine 
The sweet taste in your mouth - turned bitter in its glass 


Israel... in Israel 
Israel... in Israel 


Shattered fragments of the past 
Meet in veins on the stained glass 
Like the lifeline in your palm 

Red and green reflects the scene 
Of a long forgotten dream 
There were princes and there were kings 

Now hidden in disguise cheap wrappings of lies 
Keep your hearts alive with a song from inside 

Even though we're all alone 
We are never on our own when we're singing, singing 

There's a man who's looking in 
And he smiles a toothless grin 
Because he's singing, singing 

See some people shine with glee 
But their song is jealousy 
Their hate is clanging, maddening 

In Israel... will they sing Happy Noel? 
In Israel... will they sing Happy Noel? 
In Israel... will they sing Happy Noel? 
In Israel... will they sing Happy Noel?