The Official Jewish Songbook
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- The Dry, Shriveled Seed
- Deep Winter Has Set In
- My Counselor’s Care For Me
- Dear Rebbe, I Am Writing To You
- There Chirps A Robin
- On A Still December Day
- Oh, Why Do You Cry
- Whispering Wind Through The Trees
The Recess Bell RingsThe recess bell rings, the children run out But I remain behind Engrossed in my thoughts, thinking out loud A picture appears in my mind A few weeks ago, I hardly knew The meaning of being a Jew But now in Yeshiva I do learn Gan Yisroel, my thanks to you Remembering my counselor’s devotion His kind words filled with emotion How can I forget the times that we spent Oh, why do they have to end Remembering the friends that I made The times we laughed, the times we played While learning the meaning of being a Jew Gan Yisroel, my thanks to you The Dry, Shriveled Seed(T.T.T.O. A Gute Voch—Avraham Fried) The dry, shriveled seed How lifeless it seems Its beauty and splendor Locked deeply within
No chances to spoil A young, healthy tree Now comes to be The seed is what I once was The strong, healthy tree is what I’ve become Planted and nurtured in the rich, fertile soil Of the beautiful gardens of Gan Yisroel Both healthy and strong to remain The spirit of Gan Yisroel I must always retain The Chayus, the themes, the breathtaking scenes That makes up the Gan Yisroel dream Deep Winter Has Set In(T.T.T.O. Sharm El Sheikh—Jo Amar) Deep winter has set in The snowdrifts are piled They’re dripping like teardrops From the bunks where we smiled
So lifeless and gray The fields which we played in So dull, not the same Oh, dear Gan Yisroel Your grounds will soon echo our steps We’ll never forsake you No, we’ll never forget Oh, dear Gan Yisroel Your halls will soon ring with our cheers ‘Cause we’ll keep returning Year after year My Counselor’s Care For Me(T.T.T.O. Ovinu Ov Horachamon) My counselor’s care for me Etched into my memory His stories, his songs, I still hear Nostalgia brings me to tears
Now it is my turn to try My campers to educate My counselors to emulate No time to waste Work with great haste Like shkeidim, so quick to grow The Rebbe, so dear Has made it so clear For this, we learn all year The trunks are all packed away Tearful goodbyes we say Counselor, my campers say to me Like you we want to be Dear Rebbe, I Am Writing To You(T.T.T.O. Ke’ayol Taarog—Tzlil V’zemer) Dear Rebbe, I am writing to you To thank you from the bottom of my heart For a summer, oh so dear My eyes swell up with tears From camp, it’s so difficult to part We learn about Moshiach each day For your gezunt, we do pray Our song and our laughter Our spirits soaring high The Rebbe’s children at play Oy yoy yoy, Rebbe, have nachas from me A Chossid, I will now strive to be Gan Yisroel, your camp is The garden you planted Who are the Peiros, if not we Oh Gan Yisroel, your joy and your pride How it hurts me to say goodbye Thank you, dear Rebbe Thus ending my letter As I wipe the tears from my eyes
There chirps a robin Up in the treetops The waves are rolling Upon the lake
Flow through the forest Campfires burning Beneath the stars Oh, Gan Yisroel How can I leave you Those precious moments I’ll never part ‘Tis Gan Yisroel I shall be bound to And never let you Out of my heart On A Still December Day(T.T.T.O. Al Zeh Hoyoh) On a still December day With snow upon the winding way To camp, my friend, I do return It’s been so long, for you I yearn To camp, my friend, I do return It’s been so long, for you I yearn
So empty now, so very still The shouts of joy, oh where, oh where All gone now, it brings a tear On a still December day… The frozen lake where we did wade The darkened shul, once there we prayed A flagpole stands, oh, so alone The thought of it chills my bone I leave you now, feeling more alive The snow will melt, summer arrive Chayus and zest we’ll see again Davening, learning, with a bren Chayus and zest we’ll see again Davening, learning, with a bren Oh, Why Do You Cry(T.T.T.O. Im Avonos) Oh, why do you cry, my dear Dovidel Now’s not the time for tears Your eight weeks in camp were most enjoyable You’ve made friends for future years
What do you fear to forsake A hike through scenic countryside A refreshing swim in the lake The spirit of Shabbos soaring so high Circus day, what a thrill Whispered talk of the day gone by While all the camp was still Yes, I do long for those precious moments But now my eyes are dry I’ll look ahead to the coming summer But counselor, why do you cry Whispering Wind Through The Trees(T.T.T.O. Kol B’romoh—Pirchei) Whispering wind through the trees Waves washing up on the shores Strange sounds seem to say Dear children, don’t go away
Banquet’s shouts of joy I couldn’t bear On the ground I lay my head Oh, how did eight weeks disappear The morning sun broke strong and bright Buses loading, a painful sight Gan Yisroel, truly my home To me, much love you’ve shown With heavy hearts, to the road we took Through the window, my last look Gan Yisroel, my heart you’ve won For many summers more to come Download 0.87 Mb. Share with your friends:
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