Dovid’l
Let me tell you a story
Of honor and glory
In Russia many years ago
How through hardships and tears
A young boy adheres
To the Torah which we love so
Av harachaman
One so close to us
Resting in the heaven above
Life’s not worth living
Without your giving
Giving us the Torah which we love
Thunder and rattle
Swept through the Shtetle
The soldiers came to take Dovid’l away
Hob nisht kein morah
Just keep to the Torah
Was Dovid’l’s dear mother’s last say
Months have subsided
The soldiers decided
The faith of Dovid’l the boy
He’d forget all his teachings
And set up new preaching
Their faith will be lehamir dato
On that faithful morning
It came without a warning
A sharp knife Dovid’l did take
My memory still lingers
Of those missing three fingers
Torah and Mitzvos he will not forsake
Standing In an Empty Field
Standing in an empty field
Gathering plants for the ink that they’d yield
So Seforim her husband could continue to write
Bringing hope to the darkest of night
With devotion to her husband in the darkest of night
Through arrest and his exile she stood by his side
From the reward of her efforts it’s clear for us to see
That sheli v’shelachem she’la hi
The hardships of Russia were passed
She could reap from her toils at last
Enjoying those last years so filled with pride
As the Nissius of the Rebbe spread wide
Rebbitzen Channah was the model of the role she portrayed
Mesiras Nefesh was her guidance and the theme she displayed
With support for her husband or pride in her son
She was doing what had to be done
The L-rd of Hosts
Hashem once made an angel, and gave him quite a chore,
"Go and search the whole wide world, and bring back to my door
The thing that is most valuable, the thing I cherish most,
Yes, I’ll let you back in heaven then,” said the L-rd of hosts.
The angel flew the whole wide world, ‘till a twinkle caught his eye,
It came from a golden box, with diamonds piled high,
He flew that box to Heaven, and the gate man said to him:
“Yes, it certainly is a treasure, but Hashem won’t let you in.”
The angel flew the world again, and this time to a war,
He saw an act of bravery, like none he’d seen before
A soldier jumped upon a bomb, to save the lives of friends
And with the first drop of the soldier’s blood, the angel flew again.
The keeper of the gate told him: “Were it up to me,
I’d let you in right now, with that drop of blood I see,
But the L-rd of hosts has told me, that I cannot let you in
Until the utmost cherished precious thing, is brought back here to Him.”
The angel flew the world again, till he saw a sinner’s face
It was covered by a Tallis, which was hiding his disgrace,
And from a deep-felt sense of shame, something started to appear
And the angel flew with all his might, and he grabbed that precious tear.
The gates of heaven opened up, and light filled up the sky,
The Holy One Himself took the teardrop, and He cried:
"My gates are always open, says the L-rd of hosts,
And a tear drop of repentance, is the thing I cherish most.”
Hashem once made an angel, and gave him quite a chore:
“Go and search the whole wide world, and bring back to my door,
The thing that is most valuable, the thing I cherish most,
Yes I’ll let you back in heaven then, I’ll let you back in heaven then,
Yes, I’ll let you back in heaven then,” Said the L-rd of hosts.
Through a vale of tears I peek
Forgotten memories I seek
Searching for a world destroyed in vain
Looking for those who died in blood and pain
Why am I alive
Why did I survive all alone
Keili - Keili lama
In that cursed place of tears
In what wretched world of fears
I never saw another butterfly
It was so beautiful it made me cry
A ray of light in that darkest night
It helps me live
Keili - Keili lama
Sometimes at night I lie awake
Remembering all whom death did take
Please help now Hakadosh Bochuch Hu
I am so grateful still to be a Jew
It is my light in the darkest night
Now I must live
Keili - Keili lama
The Day Will Come
Each day he puts on his Tefillin in the cellar
And there in silence he Davens to Hashem
For even though they all know he is Jewish
He cannot be a Jew in front of them
And so he studies the Torah there in secret
And makes a Brocho that no one else can hear
But he’ll continue to do these precious Mitzvos
Until the day he can do them without fear
Chorus:
The day will come
The day will come
When the tiny spark he kept alive
Will burst into flames
The day will come
The day will come
He’ll no longer be in Russia
He will hear his Jewish name
The day will come,
The day will come
He will feel that he’s a living link
Within the Jewish chain
The day will come
The day will come
He will make a Brocho loud and clear
And hear Amen
Each day she takes her tattered Tehillim to the cellar
And there in silence she Davens to Hashem
For even though they all know that she is Jewish
She cannot be a Jew in front of them
And so she lights the Shabbos candles in a closet
And makes a Brocho that no one else can hear
But she’ll continue to do these precious Mitzvos
Until the day she can do them without fear
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