Wedding songs drifted to the streets of The House of Princes
A wind rose up and blew the clouds back home to rest
We gathered in the garden in the midday heat in The House of Princes
A silhouette of Jerusalem sage danced like a drunken guest
In The House of Princes, where two candles intertwine
In The House of Princes, down at the picket line
In The House of Princes, standing in the orchand side by side
Oh, what a welcome,
What a welcome for the bride
We walked down to the fields in The House of Princes
On my left, the ancient crooked trees
Olive oil anointed the shields in The House of Princes
On my right, perfect lines of soldiers stood at ease
In The House of Princes, where two candles intertwine
In The House of Princes, down at the picket line
In The House of Princes, standing in the orchand side by side
Oh, what a welcome
How could I greet the Sabbath bride in The House of Princes?
with the tear gas and the stones up above
Before the gas could cloud my eyes in The House of Princes
I caught a glimpse of her weeping for lost love
Her tears fell on this broken world, fell upon the flags unfurled
Fell upon my left and right, felled the darkness and the light
Felled all sense of pleasure and pain, of the holy and profane
Fell upon my hands and face, fell right down in this sacred place
As all the sacred people here fell upon each other’s fear
I saw three lonely stars appear
It was a cold clear night in The House of Princes
Talking with my baby on the phone so far away
Stars were shining their sweet light on the House of Princes
I watched the blockades flicker
through a thousand shades of gray.