This is not an age of faith  This is not an age of miracles  We don't believe anything they say  We don't believe anything at all  But when December grabs you by the throat  Better look for something burning deep inside your coat  >From the top of this mountain  I can see Canaan  The blue of the vineyard  And gold of the grain  Right across that river  Candles flicker  If I didn't know better  I'd call it a dream  The walls of Jericho  And the walls of Jerusalem  Came tumbling down long ago  And they never got built again  Will you stand in the rubble where the rocks and bullets whine  Will you stand in the garden, reach your hand across the line  >From the top of this mountain  I can see Canaan  The blue of the vineyard  And gold of the grain  Right across that river  Candles flicker  If I didn't know better  I'd call it a dream  In the eyeless streets of Gaza,  In the shadow of the Golan Heights  In the fortress of Masada,  Through centuries of night  One light was always burning  Even when the fuel was gone  One light was always burning  --and the lights burn on...  >From the top of this mountain  I can see Canaan  The blue of the vineyard  And gold of the grain  Right across that river  Candles flicker  If I didn't know better  I'd call it a dream  Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld / Hydrogen Jukebox Music