The age-old Rabbi dreamed his dream
Throughout the night of troubled sleep
Of gold and silver buried deep
Inside the clay outside the keep
And under the pillars of the gates of Prague,
Under the pillars of the gates of Prague.
Across a barren land he came
Through frontiers that were cold and chill,
Until he saw upon a hill
A soldier trained to maim and k**
Guarding the pillars of the gates of Prague,
Guarding the pillars of the gates of Prague.
It took a lifetime to explain
The wherefore of his journey west,
But nothing moved the iron breast
And laughter echoed from the jest
Between the pillars of the gates of Prague,
Between the pillars of the gates of Prague.
"Such faith in you, you foolish Jew!
Are you," he asked in disbelief,
"A fool or but a common thief?
There is no gold or silver leaf
Beneath the pillars of the gates of Prague,
Beneath the pillars of the gates of Prague.
"I dreamed a dream," he mocked the sage,
"Of some old Rabbi from the East
Who found a royal crown at least
Beneath his door before a feast."
So scoffed the soldier at the gates of Prague,
So scoffed the soldier at the gates of Prague.
The old man turned against the cold
To face the barren waste ahead,
Yet faster came his weary tread
When thinking what that soldier said
Beside the pillars of the gates of Prague,
Beside the pillars of the gates of Prague.
Upon the day of Yom Kippur,
The Rabbi dug deep in the ground;
And there beneath his door, he found
The diadem that David crowned.
And a light still burns above the gates of Prague,
Burns for the Rabbi at the gates of Prague…
A light still burns above the gates of Prague,
Burns for the Rabbi at the gates of Prague…