Chorus (after each verse): Jerusalem, our happy home When shall we come to thee? When shall our sorrows have an end? Thy joys when shall we see?
They see no one that sent her there Their palms spring from the ground No tongue can tell, no heart can think What joys do there abound
Forever more the trees perfumed And ever more they spring And ever more the saints are glad And ever more they sing
Fair Magdalene, she hath less moan Likewise there she doth sing The happy saints in harmony Through every street doth ring
Fair Magdalene hath dried her tears She'll weep no more to thee Nor wet the ringlets of her hair To wash her savior's feetTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
