続き 〜 Hebrew’s alive, got the revival blues. (Bridge) Oh, the scribes of old, they’d weep and they’d smile, Their sacred old words now walkin’ single file. From Jerusalem’s hills to the Galilee’s shine, Hebrew’s got a heartbeat, oh, it’s yours and it’s mine. (Verse 5) Now the radio hums, and the papers they sing, Hebrew’s in the air, like a bird on the wing. From a whisper in Zion to a nation’s loud cry, This language won’t fade, no, it never will die. (Chorus) Sing the Hebrew revival, oh, let it ring true, From the ashes of time, it’s a-comin’ for you. Through the struggle and pain, in the midnight’s deep hue, Hebrew’s alive, got the revival blues. (Outro) So strum that old guitar, let the harmonica wail, Tell the tale of a tongue that would never grow frail. In the heart of the people, where the desert winds cruise, Hebrew’s alive, singin’ the revival blues.