| Song | Ancient Lullaby |
| Artist | Matisyahu |
| Album | No Place to Be |
| 作曲 : David, Dugan, Miller | |
| Mist rising on the horizon | |
| Listenin' with my ears and listenin' with my eyes and | |
| Listenin' until we've ridden the mud from the parasite | |
| Listenin' until our hearts start to glisten, realize | |
| Share the vision and my rhythms and we'll melt the ice | |
| Start sizzlin', spilling from the ceiling, bread dripping drizzling | |
| Close to the broken-heart, them crushed in spirit | |
| Redeem the soul of your servant | |
| Seek his, pursue it | |
| Keep the sparkle in your eyes | |
| Oh you know, we're not gon die | |
| Like flyin' | |
| Soul times for the times when we'll stay unified | |
| The eyes of Has hem are to the righteous and he hears their | |
| Soul cry, like an ancient lullaby | |
| Soul cry, like an ancient lullaby | |
| Jerusalem breathes, bringin' me ease from the Brooklyn squeeze, | |
| Dirty boppin' and a bring ya down to ya knees | |
| Track ya like a lion, leave me be | |
| When they come with their disease to drag us into the street, | |
| My law's still pure, you can't take that from me, | |
| 3000 years until this last century, | |
| Impossible to break the seal of the High Priest, | |
| Yo, I say the branches on the trees gon bow to these | |
| Swaying to the melodies | |
| Craving for the slaves to bring redemption please | |
| I am you, you are me | |
| No more leaders, we must flea | |
| We want see God in our enemy, |
| zuò qǔ : David, Dugan, Miller | |
| Mist rising on the horizon | |
| Listenin' with my ears and listenin' with my eyes and | |
| Listenin' until we' ve ridden the mud from the parasite | |
| Listenin' until our hearts start to glisten, realize | |
| Share the vision and my rhythms and we' ll melt the ice | |
| Start sizzlin', spilling from the ceiling, bread dripping drizzling | |
| Close to the brokenheart, them crushed in spirit | |
| Redeem the soul of your servant | |
| Seek his, pursue it | |
| Keep the sparkle in your eyes | |
| Oh you know, we' re not gon die | |
| Like flyin' | |
| Soul times for the times when we' ll stay unified | |
| The eyes of Has hem are to the righteous and he hears their | |
| Soul cry, like an ancient lullaby | |
| Soul cry, like an ancient lullaby | |
| Jerusalem breathes, bringin' me ease from the Brooklyn squeeze, | |
| Dirty boppin' and a bring ya down to ya knees | |
| Track ya like a lion, leave me be | |
| When they come with their disease to drag us into the street, | |
| My law' s still pure, you can' t take that from me, | |
| 3000 years until this last century, | |
| Impossible to break the seal of the High Priest, | |
| Yo, I say the branches on the trees gon bow to these | |
| Swaying to the melodies | |
| Craving for the slaves to bring redemption please | |
| I am you, you are me | |
| No more leaders, we must flea | |
| We want see God in our enemy, |