SILENT EYES
Paul Simon


Silent Eyes 
Watching Jerusalem 
Make her bed of stones 

Silent Eyes 
No One will comfort her; 
Jerusalem 
Weeps alone 

She is sorrow, sorrow 
She burns like a flame
And she calls my name 

Silent Eyes 
Burning in the desert sun
Halfway to Jerusalem 
And we shall all be called as witnesses 
Each and everyone 
To stand before the eyes of God 
And speak what was done