Take Me Home

I have wandered through the nations,

Carried dreams from long ago,

But my heart still hears a whisper,

Calling me where rivers flow.

From the mountains to the valleys,

From the sea unto the sand,

There is something deep within me

Calling me back to the Land.

My heart remembers,

My soul cries out,

Through every generation

The promise still resounds.

Take me home, take me home,

To the place my fathers knew.

Yerushalayim, Yerushalayim, My heart is longing after you.

From the four winds gather us,

Let the scattered ones return.

HaShem, gather Your people,

Let the hearts of Your children turn.

I can hear the ancient melodies Rising from Jerusalem's walls,

Like a song the generations Have remembered through it all.

Though we wandered far from Zion,

Though the years have come and gone,

The covenant has not been broken,

And the hope is still alive.

My heart remembers, My soul cries out,

The voice of Zion calls us,

And we are turning now.

If I forget you,

Yerushalayim, May my right hand lose its song.

Let my tongue remember Zion,

Let my heart remember home.

Not merely walls, Not merely stone,

But the people You have called Your own.

Not merely land, But covenant true— The promise of our fathers Still

leads us back to You.

L'shanah haba'ah

biYerushalayim

Next year in Jerusalem.

Lev el lev, nashuv habaytah

Heart to heart, we will return home.

Take us home, take us home,

Gather every scattered one.

Yerushalayim, Yerushalayim, Until the wandering days are done.

From the north and from the south,

From the east and from the sea,

HaShem, gather Your people— Bring Your children home to Thee.

Take us home... Take us home...

Our hearts are turned toward Zion.

Our feet will walk the ancient road.

Yerushalayim... Yerushalayim...

We are coming home.