Jerusalem                                                                     CHURCH OF SKY         

Stones would weep if they knew the cost
Could count the lives of innocents lost
Quarreling to possess you
Old Jerusalem.

But stones are stones though long they lay
They crumble quietly every day                                        
Who owns them owns but dust
Old Jerusalem.

Rebuild the temple so it shall last
Make its walls from faith steadfast
The temple new shall spring from us
Oh new Jerusalem!