Shir Amami

I look into the well

In the light of the morning sun

Perhaps within the jug I draw

I'll find the bliss of yesterday

Oh fill my jug up for me

Oh fill it up for me

fill it with happiness

Oh fill it to the brim

The flocks have quenched their thirst

Now quench mine

I am as the lonely palm

In the hills of Canaan

My heart calls out

But only the south wind responds