I sit in darkness
Remembering the light
Of the Bais Hamikdash standing
Ohh my father's delight
I'm just a son in yearning
A child who is returning
To my fathers embrace
To the shechina Hakadoshas face
I don't need a thing
I'd rather pray and sing
I would rather tell the story
Of your holiness and glory
Oh I don't need a thing
I'd rather pray and sing
I would much rather tell the story
Of your holiness and glory
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