Ahh, Ahh, Ahh In the land they call Galilee A new kind of breeze is blowin’ From Jerusalem to the sea An ancient dream is a growin’ From Jerusalem to the sea An ancient dream is a growin’ Come and lend a hand There’s a land to be won By every hand, every day, every hour Work the fields with the plow and the gun Plant the seed till the plain is in flower Aravah aravah ein ketz, Ein ha’bokrim tara. Lo ar’ar lo dardar lo eitz Ru’ach shav ha’midbara Lo ar’ar lo dardar lo eitz Ru’ach shav ha’midbara Ahh, Ahh, Ahh Aravah is a growing land Built out of tears and sorrow Water flows in the desert sand Bringing hope for tomorrow Water flows in the desert sand Bringing hope for tomorrow Zemer ha’bokrim ya’ale v’yifrach Al merchavim nisa’im ad ein gemer, V’tishka ha’chama v’trizrach, U’mosif v’koleh ha’zemer (Missing) Ahh, Ahh, Ahh