We came here from foreign lands We crossed over plains, seas and also desert Then we said, let's speed up our steps, together we will make arable every mountain. A heralding voice then gathered us all, from the ends of every city and village, and a man to his brother said:
Chorus Arise, let us ascend, take our steps Arise, let us ascend, and do not fear. A long road is still before us A long road not sown. End Chorus
A day of labor did not break our spirits We were dreamers watching for tomorrow, then we sang how good our tents were compared to dwellings of the past An end to wandering and an end to our sufferings Because G-d remembered us And a man to his brother said:
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