The Pomegranate Lyrics by Marty Newman

The ruins must be a mile deep
And for all that compost, vegetation is spare

Even in summer, the cisterns are full
A secret kept for the siege

Has It begun?

We came to Jerusalem
To wait
To hear the silence

On this dry crust
It’s not rain we expect
Even defeat of our foes, even miracles

Even miracles can’t disrupt, patience that takes
Patience that takes precedence over prayer

Has It begun?

Overripe, a Pomegranate
No worm may corrupt
The city reveals its only treasures are men
Each a walled city
Prophecy threatens
Prophecy threatens with invasion

We came to Jerusalem
To wait
To hear the silence

It’s always this way - Orphans and widows
The crowds of faithful, The Crowds Are Faithful

In Shifts We Wait, For love abstracted
For Love Abstracted, In shifts we wait

Has it Begun?

We came to Jerusalem
To wait
To hear the silence