Little orphans in the snow  With nowhere to call a home  Start their singing  Waiting through the summertime  To thaw your hearts in wintertime  That's why they're 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 heart alive with a song from inside  Even though we're all alone  We are never on our own when we're singing  There's a man who's looking in  And he smiles a toothless grin  Because he's singing...  See some people shine with glee  But their song is jealousy  Their hate is clanging--maddening  In Israel...will they sing Happy Noel  Israel...in Israel  Israel...in Israel  In Israel will they sing Happy Noel