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?