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A long way from Pharoah's hand
And a quick step from the Promised Land
A quick step from Palestine
And a heart-beat from this heart of mine
Rock-fall at the Wailing Wall
And the temple-keepers fly
To where Time machines those great, green trees
To a holy timber-land.

I was raised in the shade
Of the Cedars of Lebanon
And I've bathed in bay
Where sailors burned the sand
Then gave the glass to man
And all his kind
Past the sight of land
They rode on ships to Spain
For what they'd find.

Big towns, and your hearts are down
And your eyes burn, your heels get round.
Smoke's up, and the sky turns brown
There's a place you know, where your fancy grounds.
No dreams on silver screens,
They've found a place to hide
The Holy Land of gods and man
Is where your spirit flies.

I was raised in the shade
Of the Cedars of Lebanon
And I've bathed in bay
Where sailors burned the sand
Then gave the glass to man
And all his kind
Past the sight of land
They rode on ships to Spain
For what they'd find.

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