(T.T.T.O. Ki Onu Amecha)
Memories of times ago, stirring the strings of my soul
Awakening my spirit, which lied so very still
Thinking of my cradle, my mother rocking me
Humming a lullaby, a Chossidish melody.
Those first impressions, etched deep in my mind
Today, those impressions in my heart I find
Those first impressions, etched deep in my mind
Today, those impressions in my heart I find.
On Shabbos afternoon, in a corner all alone
My father would daven, his words filled with song.
Those First Impressions
In the shul of Lubavitch, together we would stand
Father and son, side by side, hand in hand
I would look up to the Rebbe, our teacher, our guide
My eyes welled up with tears, and I began to cry.
Although then I was young, and did not understand
These memories inspire me, wherever I am
These are the memories stored in my mind
They revive my spirit and make my soul alive.
A Little Village
A little village, nestled in the mountains
Where very little happens all year round
And there lived a small Jewish family
A life that is peaceful, safe and sound.
Their only son, Isaac, was their pride and joy
A nicer child than him, you’ll rarely see
But Yiddishkeit was not on their agenda
He had no idea of how a Jew should be.
It happened, that two bochurim paid a visit one day
Isaac sat, absorbing all they said
And in the few short hours that together they had
A warm impression on the boy, they left.
His glowing face, expressing his sincerity
To his parents, the young boy would always plead
Let me teach you everything they taught me
To Yiddishkeit, his parents he did lead.
Time moves on, as I grow older, so much yet to learn
Roads not taken, dreams forsaken, which way now?
Guide me teach me, you can reach me
Firm yet smiling eyes
Help me build a better tomorrow.
Lead me through the first beginning, new world yet unknown
Time moves on, as I grow older, molded by your hands
Teach me show me, you who know me
Show me how to live
So that I may find a better tomorrow.
It’s the darkest part of night before a new day begins
Yet at dusk the promise of another morning
It’s the promise that you’ll never be alone - no one to lead
Vizorach Hashemesh - tomorrow has begun, today.
Lying In A Cell Of Stone
Lying in a cell of stone
A young Russian boy is alone
Shma Yisroel, he does cry
Hashem, save me, don’t let me die
Not knowing much of his faith
He relies on his chinuch to date
Padisa oisi Hashem keil emes
There is no ‘cause for distress
Bereaved and ashamed, what can be done
My vow of negel vasser will come undone
But with Krias Shma before Linah
I can surely hope for shemirah
Oh yes, Hashem, to You I shall cleave
In Your great powers I believe
True redemption is no lore
The only goal worth living for
We March Towards Yerusholayim
We march towards Yerusholayim
Along the road the Rebbe paved
We devote ourselves to education
Chinuch Zulaso is our foremost aim
Victory is on our horizons
We’re an example for all those who look on
Kisheyafutzu ma’ayonosecho chutzo
That’s what will make Moshiach come
Standing tall, we show them all
It’s quite a job we have to do
Educate your Jewish mate
Let’s move on, we’ll see this Golus through
Every Friday night dad made kiddush on the wine
And five year old Ronney would watch him every time
What is the meaning behind the words you said
I’ll tell you son tomorrow, now it’s off to bed
He’d go to dad to shul every single day
And Ronney used to stand and watch the people pray
What is the reason behind the things we do
I’ll tell you son tomorrow, now you’re off to school
Chorus:
Teach me teach me father, about the things we do
Teach me teach me father, like to spend some time with you
I’d really like to Ronney, believe me when I say
I’m gonna make some time for you and me one day
Came home with a chumash when he was ten years old
Don’t quite understand the things that he’d been told
Couldn’t ask the Rebbi, afraid it didn’t sound right
Couldn’t ask his dad, working late again that night
Before his Bar-Mitzvah tefilin he did find
With a note from the secretary that his Dad has signed
I’d love to show you how to put them on my son
But I’m going out of town sure in shul you’ll find someone
Chorus:
When Ronney was sixteen he had an inner fight
About G-d, truth, wrong or right
Looked for Dad at home he was nowhere to be seen
Called him at his office got the answering machine
Dad came into the office good morning he does say
To the secretary any messages to day
Yes, Mr. Cohen, there is just one
Perhaps you’d like to hear it, I think it’s from your son
Father tells the boss, I’m leaving early today
What about that meeting with a frown the boss does say
Sorry yes I know this may cost me my advance
But I must spend time with my son while I still have the chance
A Small Tree Grows
(T.T.T.O. Nachamu Ami—Tzlil V’zemer I)
A small tree grows, it’s immature
Yet raised with so much care
For these young years will set the way
The fate of its life does lie here
A group of trees are specially raised
Owned by the Nossi Hador
With devotion and care to young children
With his love, in the Cheder they grow
How lucky I am, that I chose to be here
In the Rebbe’s Cheder, never elsewhere
With pride I stand, as the Rebbe guides me
In his Chinuch I’ll grow, his Chossid I’ll be
In Cheder Chabad, he’s instilled in my heart
A connection that never can part
In Cheder Chabad, he’s instilled in my heart
A connection that never can part
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