Wise hearted men, wise hearted women
bring what you can, silver and linen
wool of crimson, and of blue
and the bodies I gave you
Build me a tent that I can dwell in
Incense and oil and precious stones
And when you walk I'll walk beside you
and where you live will be my home
Betzalel…guide them well…build me a place to dwell
Build me a lamp with seven branches
made from a single piece of gold
Seven cups like almond blossoms
from their petals fire glows
Make me an altar of acacia
On the corners four gold rings
Make me a pair of holy angels
to guard my words beneath their wings
Oholiav…fill them with love…make me a place to live
Melt down, melt down your copper mirrors
to make a sacred bowl
and fill it up with holy water
to wash your bodies and your souls
Weave me a cloth with angels faces
Just as fine as thread can sew
And when I see how they surround me
I will know that I am home
Wise hearted men… wise hearted women…
bring what you can… silver and linen…