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The man from Israel

Her daughterís name was Honi.
Honiís hair had the color of lion.
She met a man from Israel
His name was Ibrahim

She loved him, she loved him,
the man from Israel.
He died two years ago in a suicide bomb attack.
He died two years ago in a suicide bomb attack.

She loved him, she loved him,
The man from Israel.
His eyes had the color of lion
He was born in Bethlehem.
His eyes had the color of lion
He was born in Bethlehem.


She was working in a kibbutz
when she met this funny man
He was selling flowers in the street.
He built castles in the sand.

She loved him, she loved him,
the man from Israel
His smile was so very sweet,
when he whispered out her name
His smile was so very sweet,
when he whispered out her name

She loved him, she loved him,
The man from Israel.
He died two years ago, he was from Bethlehem
He died two years ago.
He was from Bethlehem.


Every day she could hear him sing.
Every day she talked to him.
She heard him in the wind
Whispering her name

She loved him, she loved him, the man from Israel.
Every day she talked to him.
Every day she could hear him sing
Every day she talked to him
He was laughing in the wind


Honi died a month ago.
She was much too young to die
Her grief was far too much to bear
She never said good bye.

Because she loved him, she loved him
The man from Israel
Everyday we can hear them sing
A strange song in the wind
Every day we can hear them sing
a strange song in the wind

Because she loved him, she loved him
The man from Israel
She met him in a Kibbutz
He was a funny man
She met him in a Kibbutz
They built castles in the sand



 
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