1. My son has gone away, left me, gone astray.
But I have seen the way he went and I will bring him back.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, how could you run away?2. Perhaps my son is weary and cold.
Jerusalem, how long my son? I'll wait for you, I'll stay.
Perhaps he's tired and sad.
Tonight I'll go and watch again,
And wait for his return.
Composer: Bob Dufford
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