Hashkedia porachat, veshemesh paz zorachat Tziporim merosh kol gag mevasrot et boh hachag Tu B'shvat higiah, chag la'ilanot! Ha'aretz meshava'at, higiah eit ha lata'at! Kol echad yikach lo etz, be'itim neitzei chotetz Tu B'shvat higiah, chag la'ilanot! Nita kol hahr vageva, miDan v'ad Be'ersheva, V'artzeinu shuv nirash, eretz zeit yitzhar ud'vash. Tu B'shvat higiah, chag la'ilanot!

The almond trees are white, The sun is shining bright, Singing birds from every dome Tell us Tu B'shvat has come, the holiday of trees! The land is yearning, the time has come for planting Each one takes a tree, with shovels we'll get it done Tu B'shvat is coming, the holiday of trees! We'll plant each hill and height, from Dan until Beersheva Our land we'll again inherit, the land of olive oil and honey, Tu B'shvat is coming, the holiday for trees!

The March of the Planters
Kach Holchim Hashotlim
Words: Y. Sheinberg
Music: Y. Admon

Kach holchim hashotlim Ron baleiv v'eit atid Min ha'ir umin hakfar El kol gay v'har nechmad B'Tu B'shvat! Lama batem hashotlim? Nach bakarkah uvatsor V'gumot saviv nachpor Beharim uvamishor B'tu B'shvat! Ma yehe poh hashotlim? Shatil yavo bechol guma Ya'ar ad yifrosh tsilo Al artzeinu aruma B'Tu B'shvat

There go the planters Glad in heart and spade in hand From the city and village To every beautiful mount and valley On Tu B'shvat! Why did you come, planters? Dig up the ground and rocks And we will dig the ditches round about In the hills and in the plains On Tu B'shvat What will be here, planters? In every ditch there will be a sapling. An evergreen forest will spread its shade On our barren land On Tu B'shvat.