Lyrics: Daniel Barkowitz
Music: Noah Aronson
Based on: Psalm 137:4
The plane touches down on an ancient runway.
My heart skips a beat as the wheels slow down.
I stand, now silent, on my people’s highway
as the dust of the past makes a whispering sound.
CHORUS:
Eich nashir et shir Adonai
Al adamah neichar
How can we sing to You on this alien soil?
This land, our land, is a land so foreign.
In all of my years, I had never arrived
at a place where the hopes of my people were born,
in a place where they fought, where they struggled, survived.
I’ve heard the stories of their endless toil,
I’ve learned the facts, and their history’s known.
I sing a song on this alien soil
but my heart and my soul never felt more at home.
