Of two sons and their father
As they sailed to old Palestine
They sailed to bury their father
They would fight for Jerusalem
You will be meek when I am able
You'll be the salt upon the table
When all is said and done could you
Somehow be sons of Abraham
Of a young blood thrown to the desert
He united a people with his hands
In the wane to the crescent
He fed the lion to the pheasant
He would stride to the spring of Zam Zam
There's a tale told by soldiers
A young boy taken to slaughter
He was saved by his father's hand
He was prized and protected
And prince he was elected
He was to save the wolves with a lamb
There's a tomb out by Jordan
Where two sides stop to adore him
As they fight for Jerusalem