Strange are the sands of time
Drifting through the ages
Winds shifting them
From valleys to hilltops
Yet sands remain sands

My people too have been blown about
From valleys to hilltops
From low to high
From persecution to praise
From failure to fortune
Yet a Jew remains a Jew

Trembling through the stormy moments
The survivors reassert
Reaffirm
Their faith
Their covenant
Their mission
Their responsibility
To G‑d and to man

Sacrificing life
For a hope
For a dream
For a reality
Of no more winds
No more storms
A holy peace
An era of shalom

Six days
We labor for Shabbos
Six millennium
We've labored for Moshiach

Now is the time