I hope you float up to your kingdom
To a place of your creation, a divine paracosm
And I hope your laughter sends sweet zephyrs ‘cross the heavens
Hope the empyrean lights up with your contentment
And I hope the palace keys are sitting in your pocket
I hope the marble floors are topped with velvet carpet
And I hope the grounds are lined with rows and rows of lilacs
Hope you run around the halls and cause a ruckus
I hope your toys are waiting for you in the playroom
Dolls, and soccer balls, and racing cars, and dress up costumes
And I hope you glide just like a kite with angel wings
Oh, what a sight that’d be, if only we could see
Oh, what a sight that’d be, if only we could see
Oh, what a sight (what a sight, what a sight, what a sight)
Oh, what a sight (what a sight, what a sight)
I hope it’s healed your spirit once downtrodden
The overwhelming weight of being long forgotten
And I hope you jump across the meadows
To the piles of the golden willow canopy’s leaves yellow
And I hope there’s dates covered in chocolate
With olives, figs, and pomegranates growing in your garden
And I hope you hear the music echo in the markets
Brightening the nights when the evening sky darkens
Oh, I hope you feel the very fibers of the hearts
Of each soul of your own soul wrapped ‘round you like a scarf
Oh, I hope that in the bitter cold, it brings apricity
Oh, what a sight that’d be, if only we could see
Oh, what a sight that’d be, if only we could see
Oh, what a sight
Oh, what a sight
What a sight
Oh, what a sight, oh, what a sight
Oh, you’re the whole world’s reverie
We hear your sunbird song and see you flying free
To the mountains, to the hills, to the tops of the trees
To the old woman’s windowsill, rich with bird seed
To the mountains, to the hills, to the tops of the trees
To the old woman’s windowsill, rich with bird seed
We see you fly…
Oh, what a sight, oh, what a sight
Fly…
What a sight, oh, what a sight
Fly (fly, fly)
Fly (fly, fly)
Fly (fly)
Oh, what a sight, oh, what a sight
To a place of your creation, a divine paracosm
And I hope your laughter sends sweet zephyrs ‘cross the heavens
Hope the empyrean lights up with your contentment
And I hope the palace keys are sitting in your pocket
I hope the marble floors are topped with velvet carpet
And I hope the grounds are lined with rows and rows of lilacs
Hope you run around the halls and cause a ruckus
I hope your toys are waiting for you in the playroom
Dolls, and soccer balls, and racing cars, and dress up costumes
And I hope you glide just like a kite with angel wings
Oh, what a sight that’d be, if only we could see
Oh, what a sight that’d be, if only we could see
Oh, what a sight (what a sight, what a sight, what a sight)
Oh, what a sight (what a sight, what a sight)
I hope it’s healed your spirit once downtrodden
The overwhelming weight of being long forgotten
And I hope you jump across the meadows
To the piles of the golden willow canopy’s leaves yellow
And I hope there’s dates covered in chocolate
With olives, figs, and pomegranates growing in your garden
And I hope you hear the music echo in the markets
Brightening the nights when the evening sky darkens
Oh, I hope you feel the very fibers of the hearts
Of each soul of your own soul wrapped ‘round you like a scarf
Oh, I hope that in the bitter cold, it brings apricity
Oh, what a sight that’d be, if only we could see
Oh, what a sight that’d be, if only we could see
Oh, what a sight
Oh, what a sight
What a sight
Oh, what a sight, oh, what a sight
Oh, you’re the whole world’s reverie
We hear your sunbird song and see you flying free
To the mountains, to the hills, to the tops of the trees
To the old woman’s windowsill, rich with bird seed
To the mountains, to the hills, to the tops of the trees
To the old woman’s windowsill, rich with bird seed
We see you fly…
Oh, what a sight, oh, what a sight
Fly…
What a sight, oh, what a sight
Fly (fly, fly)
Fly (fly, fly)
Fly (fly)
Oh, what a sight, oh, what a sight
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Brooklyn-based Iranian artist Sarah Khatami has released ‘Jannah’, a heartfelt single dedicated to the martyred children of Gaza.
Known for her soulful blend of R&B, jazz, and pop, infused with textures of traditional Persian music, Khatami’s work often traverses the terrain between the personal and the political. From tales of love and heartbreak to reflections on identity and injustice, her songs reveal a deep curiosity about the human condition, expressed through poignant lyricism in both English and Farsi.
In ‘Jannah’, she channels collective mourning through emotive storytelling that touches on themes of grief and despair as well as hope. The track’s minimal production, anchored by mellow keys and a wistful guitar riff, creates the space for Sarah’s raw, emotive vocals to take centre stage.
“After witnessing many horrific images online, the only thing that brought me any source of comfort was imagining the martyred children in Jannah, or heaven, playing, laughing, and being kids. That’s what this song is.” Sarah Khatami tells SceneNoise.
All proceeds from ‘Jannah’ will be directed to support Palestinian families.
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