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 has less moan
Likewise there she does sing
The happy saints in harmony
Through every street doth ring
Fair Magdalene hath dried her tears
She'll sing no more to thee
Nor wet the ringlets of her hair
To wash her savior's feet
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Anna - Jerusalem Lyrics
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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 has less moan
Likewise there she does sing
The happy saints in harmony
Through every street doth ring
Fair Magdalene hath dried her tears
She'll sing no more to thee
Nor wet the ringlets of her hair
To wash her savior's feet
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 has less moan
Likewise there she does sing
The happy saints in harmony
Through every street doth ring
Fair Magdalene hath dried her tears
She'll sing no more to thee
Nor wet the ringlets of her hair
To wash her savior's feet
Writer: TRADITIONAL, JON COHEN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing