We survived when troubles mounted
To insist on a change of will
Though a verdict’s been already sealed.
The time has come for us to act
Demand the end to the Yiddishe Golus
We raise our voices to Hashem, in prayer
Inviting all of you to join with us.
Two thousand years is much too much
The pools of blood, and countless lives
Surely for You, this must suffice.
For Jews to shine unto all nations
We need Moshiach, and want him now
To culminate the whole creation.
A Russian boy’s hopeless plight
Dreariness fills his night
Hardship and pain befall him
His chance of survival is slim.
Finding no source of true comfort
To the Rebbe he turns, with a letter
Compelled to express to him
How life could have been so much better.
Nor for a hope to be free
Vos zol ich ton az s’davent zich nisht
That was the Russian boy’s plea.
The Chossidim gazed on, in surprise
As the Rebbe choked with emotion
And tears came to his eyes.
When I’m through sleeping
I open up my eyes and say
Thank you Hashem for my neshama
And for giving me another day.
Modeh ani lifonecho melech chai vikayom
Shehechezarto bi nishmosi bichemla raba emunasecho.
Thank you Hashem for all the sunshine
And the raindrops that must fall
For all the flowers in the springtime
But for the Torah we thank you most of all.
And for creating swimming pools
Thank you for latkes and for Pashkez
And for the snowstorms that keep us home from school.
Sits and davens an older man
You amazed at his life of simplicity
How his words reach you with sensitivity
And your eyes recognize as never before
That the dream that he prays for is yours.
Felt the bond as one from the start
Although mountains and oceans lie in our way
We are joined from the time of that wonderouse day
When at Sinai we learned of the path we would take
That the chain of our past would never break.
Throughout the world how our achdus does ring
Klal Yisroel together today
Even though we seem so far away.
Together we cry we hope and we pray
Let’s bring each other closer each day
Klal Yisroel sharing one dream
Sheves achim gam yachad.
With awe and fear this Kol Nidrei night
There’s a feeling here when neilah is near
That we’ll be inscribed with another good year
And when Simchas Torah brings that joyful harmony
We are ever bound in stronger unity.
These are feelings we all can share
They have always been there am inside us
They will always be there to unite us
Though our paths are diverse we all share one aim
Our direction is one and the same.
Daven to Hashem, and He will answer you
If you’re sick or well, rich or poor
To whom do we turn - boreinu
Hamelech ya’aneinu biyom koreinu.
Remember always, the rest of your life, even after Bog
Daven with Kavanah, it’ll clear away the fog.
We ask that in the Holy Land, the Jew should beat the goy.
Just about a hundred years ago
Lived a simple man his name was Yankel
And this is how his storv goes.
Why he barely knew to read and write
Deep in his heart he learned to do the Mitzvos
But somehow he never seemed to get things right.
He’d daoven Shmoneh Esray with his feet spread wide apart
Everyone would laugh and snicker
When he posed them by in shul
Here comes Yankel am ha’aretz could there be a bigger fool.
All the children would make fun of Yankel
Teasing him as if he were a child
But he never ever lost his temper
And on his face there always was a smile.
So the young man would know how to cope
In one ear and then out the other
The Rabbi gave up there simply was no hope.
He’d show up m Yom Kippur wearing shiny polished shoes
When he passed them by in shul
Here comes Yankel am ha’aretz
Could there be a bigger fool.
The all told him, it’s a hopeless ‘cause
But he kept saying one day I’ll know how to
Learn the Torah and keep it’s laws.
Now one night the Rabbi fell asleep in shul
Only to wake up when he hew a sigh
It was Yakel by the Aron Kodesh
There were teardrops running from his eyes.
And I accept my fate in life, your judgement is always fear
Yet one thing I must ask of you where else am I to turn
Could I not serve you so much more, if I knew how to Learn.
They all thought he’d lost his sanity
He’ll be back within a week for certain
All the Rabbi said was wait and see.
It just took a few short years
For the gates of heaven never close
They never close for tears.
When he passes them in shul
Here comes Yankel talmid chacham
How could we have been such fools.