Story Behind The Song
IT IS MY OWN PRIDE IN BEING A JEW THAT MADE ME WRITE THIS SONG. IT IS FEATURED ON THE JEWISH AGENCY FOR ISRAEL, THE SITE WHERE PEOPLE GO TO MAKE ALIAH (FIND INFORMATION ON HOW TO MOVE TO ISRAEL). I AM ALSO WRITTEN UP AS ONE OF THE CONTRIBUTORS TO JEWISH MUSIC ON THE HISTORY OF JEWISH WOMEN'S CONTRIBUTIONS TO MUSIC THROUGH TIME.
Song Description
SINCE THE DIASPORA OF THE JEWISH PEOPLE I PICTURE HOW MANY SOULS HAVE LIVED AND DIED, SOMETIMES HORRENDOUS DEATHS ON THE WAY BACK TO THE HOMELAND OF JERUSALEM. NOW, WHEN I WAS THERE, THE JEWS WERE GROWING ROSES IN THE DESERT, AND THEY ARE LIKE ROSES IN THE DESERT THEMSELVES. THEY MADE ORANGES GROW WHERE THERE WAS NOTHING.
| Song Length |
3:06 |
Genre |
Folk - Religious, World - General |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Serene, Glad |
Subject |
Hope, Race/Ethnicity |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
SOULS IN THE BREEZE
VERSE
THEY CROSSED THE SEVEN SEAS
WITH NOTHING BUT A DREAM
OF A PROMISED LAND
THEY COULD CALL THEIR OWN
SURROUNDED ON ALL SIDES
BY ENEMIES FORESEEN
THEY WORKED UNTIL
THEY FINALLY BUILT A HOME
CHORUS
NOW YOU CAN SMELL THE ORANGE BLOSSOMS
BLOOMING ON THE TREES
AND THE EARTH IS TURNING RED AND MOIST
AND RIPE WITH MEMORIES
AND IF YOU LOOK OVER THE MOUNTAINS
AND DOWN INTO THE SEAS
THOUSANDS OF YEARS OF SOULS IN THE BREEZE
SOULS IN THE BREEZE
VERSE
I STOOD WHERE MOSES STOOD
WHEN HE PARTED THE RED SEA
AND IT MADE SOME SPECIAL PART OF ME
FEEL WHOLE
AND WHEN I SPENT A STARRY NIGHT
UPON THE GALILEE
I KNEELED AND I LET THAT WATER
HEAL MY SOUL
CHORUS
AND I WAS STANDING WHERE THE PROPHETS STOOD
IN THE HOLY LAND
AND THE PEOPLE WERE LIKE MIRACLES
ROSES IN THE SAND
AND YOU COULD FEEL THEIR ANCIENT SPIRIT
LONGING TO BE FREE
AND THOUSANDS OF YEARS OF SOULS IN THE BREEZE
SOULS IN THE BREEZE
BRIDGE
THEN I WENT UP TO JERUSALEM
AND I STOOD THERE AT THE WALL
WHERE IF YOU REALLY LISTEN
YOU CAN HEAR THEM CALL
I LET MY MIND GO SAILING
ON A LONELY SEA OF WAILING
AH AH AH AH
AH AH AMEN
CHORUS
NOW YOU CAN SMELL THE ORANGE BLOSSOMS
BLOOMING ON THE TREES
AND THE EARTH IS TURNING RED AND MOIST
AND RIPE WITH MEMORIES
AND IF YOU LOOK OVER THE MOUNTAINS
AND DOWN INTO THE SEAS
THOUSANDS OF YEARS OF SOULS IN THE BREEZE
SOULS IN THE BREEZE
SOULS IN THE BREEZE