By a lonely border wall
I heard a mother crying
“Walad, they're tak’n you away
For you dared to throw them stones
At the mighty Israeli drones
Now an army truck lies waiting in the lane".
Low lie the fields of Palestine
Where every Spring the olive trees once bloomed
Our love was in the toil, as we nurtured land and soil,
Now it’s lonely 'round the fields of Palestine.
By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young boy calling
"Nothing matters, mother, when you're free
Against soldiers taking our land
I tried to take a stand
Now I’m forced to suffer cold in dignity”.
Low lie the fields of Palestine
Where every Spring the olive trees once bloomed
Our love was in the toil, as we nurtured land and soil,
Now it’s lonely 'round the fields of Palestine.
By a lonely harbor wall
She watched the last stars falling
As missiles lit up the evening sky
Still in hope, she dwelled, night and day,
For her kin she fervently prayed.
It's so lonely 'round the fields of Palestine.
Low lie the fields of Palestine
Where every Spring the olive trees once bloomed
Our love was in the toil, as we nurtured land and soil,
Now it’s lonely 'round the fields of Palestine.
I heard a mother crying
“Walad, they're tak’n you away
For you dared to throw them stones
At the mighty Israeli drones
Now an army truck lies waiting in the lane".
Low lie the fields of Palestine
Where every Spring the olive trees once bloomed
Our love was in the toil, as we nurtured land and soil,
Now it’s lonely 'round the fields of Palestine.
By a lonely prison wall
I heard a young boy calling
"Nothing matters, mother, when you're free
Against soldiers taking our land
I tried to take a stand
Now I’m forced to suffer cold in dignity”.
Low lie the fields of Palestine
Where every Spring the olive trees once bloomed
Our love was in the toil, as we nurtured land and soil,
Now it’s lonely 'round the fields of Palestine.
By a lonely harbor wall
She watched the last stars falling
As missiles lit up the evening sky
Still in hope, she dwelled, night and day,
For her kin she fervently prayed.
It's so lonely 'round the fields of Palestine.
Low lie the fields of Palestine
Where every Spring the olive trees once bloomed
Our love was in the toil, as we nurtured land and soil,
Now it’s lonely 'round the fields of Palestine.
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