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Daughter mine Jerusalem,
I touch the dew upon your hem
I kiss your golden
brow, I make to you my vow
Do not forsake me
now, Jerusalem my love
What have you
done, what have you done?
Daughter mine
Jerusalem, you cast your glance on other men
Your flesh has
withered pale, now you throw back the veil
You clutch the
serpent's tail, Jerusalem my love
What have you done,
what have you done?
Your heart lies
broken now, in darkness where you sleep
All the banks have
overflown
Ears of corn are
rotting, much too deaf to reap
Ah my child how
you've grown, how you've grown
Daughter mine
Jerusalem, your leaf has withered on the stem
You will not hide
your shame, you will not bear the blame
You never call my
name, Jerusalem my love
What have you
done, what have you done?
O Jerusalem
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Words and music by David Prashker
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