Last night, I lay a-sleeping, there came a dream so fair
I stood in old Jerusalem, beside the temple there
I heard the children singing and ever as they sang
Me thought the voice of angels from heaven, in answer rang
Me thought the voice of angels from heaven, in answer rang
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, lift up your gates and sing
Hosanna, in the highest, Hosanna to the king
And then me thought my dream was changed
The streets no longer rang
Hushed were the glad hosannas, the little children sang
The sun grew dark with mystery, the morn was cold and chill
As the shadow of a cross arose upon a lonely hill
As the shadow of a cross arose upon a lonely hill
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, lift up your gates and sing
Hosanna, in the highest, hHosanna to the king
And once again the scene was changed
New earth, there seemed to be
I saw the Holy City beside the tideless sea
The light of God was on its streets
The gates were opened wide
And all who would might enter and no one was denied
No need of moon or stars by night, nor sun to shine by day
It was a new Jerusalem that would not pass away
It was a new Jerusalem that would not pass away
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, lift up your gates and sing
Hosanna, in the highest, Hosanna to the king
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- Miscellaneous
- The EMI Recordings 1947-1955
- Hear My Song
- Highlights from Musical Comedy & Operetta Vol.1
- Songs They Sang In the 1930s Vol. 10
- The Very Best Of Josef Locke (Nostalgic Memories Volume 139)
- Goodbye
- Ill Take you Home Again Kathleen Vol 1
- O Sole Mio
- Silent Night Holy Night
- Ave Maria
- The Very Best of Josef Locke
- The World of Josef Locke Today
- Welcome to Ireland (Original Recordings Remastered...
- Souvenir of Ireland
- Timeless Celtic: Stars of the County Down Vol 1
- Simply St Paticks
- Welcome to Ireland, Vol. 2 (Special Extended Remastered...
- Josef Locke - Hear My Song, Violetta
- Ireland Must Be Heaven