Oh, where do we go, where do we go from here, where to go.
To the side of a hill, blood was spilt, we were still looking at each other.
But we're going back there, Jerusalem. (repeat)
Shout, shout, with a shout, shout it out.
I want to go to the foot of Mount Zion, to the foot of He who made me see.
To the side of a hill, where we were still, we were filled with a love.
And we're going to be there again, Jerusalem.
Shout, shout, with a shout shout it out, shout.