With a shout

Oh, where do we go
Where do we go from here
Where to go

To the side of a hill, blood was spilled
We were still looking at each other
But we’re going back there
Jerusalem
Jerusalem

Shout, shout
With a shout
Shout it out
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
Jerusalem

Jerusalem
Jerusalem
Jerusalem
Jerusalem
Jerusalem

Shout, shout
With a shout
Shout
With a shout