Woe to you Ariel, year after year
your cycle of feasts go on
City of David Daughter of Zion
a fading light on a hill

when a starving man dreams of food by night
and wakes to hunger pains
a thirsty child dreaming of water awakes
and still her thirst remains

when the wise and the wealthy worship me only
with words taught them by men
then out of your dust my words will rise up
to stun and amaze them again

life for the bones and light for the lost
for all my little ones bread
then out of your dust my words will rise up
to stun and amaze them again

Joy to you Ariel day after day
at the royal feast of the lamb
yes of your dust my words will rise up
to stun and amaze you again