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- Yarmulka and Tzitzis Amidst the Noise of Busy Traffic
- Ki, ki bicho, bicho botochnu
- Torah I was Made Way Back in 1842
Our Holy House(T.T.T.O. Swing and Sway) Our holy house in ruins and flames Only one wall of it remains, The side that outlasted all the rest Is the Kosel Ma’arovi on the west. Throughout the years, every day Thousands of Jews at the Wall do pray, Their tearful eyes to heaven gaze Hoping the rest will soon be raised. Our symbol of courage, of faith and of hope Giving us strength with the Golus to cope, And rousing our hopes that bimheirah ‘twill be The wall of the Mikdosh Hashlishi. Look AroundLook around Now what do you see Haven’t you wondered How it all came to be? The stars in the sky, The moon and the sun, Haven’t you wondered Where they all came from? Chorus: It all became ‘Cause Hashem wanted so, People in the world About Hashem they should know.
That’s all that was done, From nothing the world did become.
And then there was light, He even created The darkness of night. And much more than that Hashem must always do, He creates the world constantly And makes it brand new. Chorus: Let’s make a man On earth down below, The way to live, The way the world should go. Seven commandments to the world Hashem did give To make the world a better place For everyone to live. We’ve Existed So Long(T.T.T.O. V’chol Maaminim) We’ve existed so long ‘Cause our Emunah kept us strong That Moshiach is coming any day. Through the ages, we have known That he’ll come, and take us home Ani Ma’amin be’Moshiach, we would say. Now, the Rebbe has assured The time is here, at last Higia zman geuloseinu.So, together we must come And prepare ourselves as one To greet Moshiach Tzidkeinu. Hashem is Here(T.T.T.O. Nigun Simcha (Nigun #169) Hashem is here, Hashem is there Hashem is truly everywhere. Hashem is here, Hashem is there Hashem is truly everywhere.
Right, left, and all around Here, there, and everywhere, That’s where He can be found. Up, up, down, down Right, left, and all around Here, there, and everywhere, That’s where He can be found. Yarmulka and TzitzisAmidst the Noise of Busy Traffic(T.T.T.O. Al Kol Aileh) Amidst the noise of busy traffic People running to and fro, Little Moishy stands, bewildered, What can he do, where should he go?
A tear, a distant stare But from then on, his eyes are busy With the good that’s everywhere. He puts his lips upon his Tzitzis Takes a closer look, and he sees That they remind him, taryag Mitzvos That Hashem has given you and me. Lift your eyes up, set them to heaven Hashem awaits our call, And from the earth’s four distant corners He soon will gather us all. BenjyOnce there was a soldier, and Benjy was his name Since he joined the army, it hasn’t been the same, All the men wore helmets and uniforms of gray But Benjy wore a Kippah and Tzitzis, anyway. Reveille was early, right at the crack of dawn The men lined up for roll call, their faces pale and drawn But Benjy was all bouncy, he wasn’t feeling blah, He always got up early to say Krias Shma. Chorus: Ki, ki bicho, bicho botochnuMelech Kel rom vinisaKi, ki bicho, bicho botochnuMelech Kel rom vinisa He once was taken prisoner, his captor had a knack For torturing his captives, until he made them crack. He said, “Come on, start talking,” but Benjy answered, “Nope It’s time to daven Shacharis, so please untie my rope.”
His unit was alerted, and beat the bombers back “Hey Benjy, how’d ya know to blow before those planes were showing?” “It’s Rosh Hashonoh morning, that’s a Shofar I was blowing.” Chorus: Benjy forgot his password, one dark and dreary night The sentry roared, “Who goes there?” and gripped his rifle tight. Benjy said, “Shma Yisroel Hashem Elokeinu” Replied the guard, “Hashem Echod,” and let him pass on through. Meals were very tasty, but Benjy had his own Kosher cheese and pickles, and chocolate ice cream cones, His buddies always snickered, but he just laughed at them, Because he was enlisted in the Army of Hashem. Chorus: TorahI was Made Way Back in 1842I was made way back in 1842 By a humble man a real G-d fearing Jew, Who did his work with honesty, feeling and with pride, He was known in Kiev as Yankele the Scribe. With loving care, his hand so sure and still He formed me with some parchment, ink and quill. Each day he’d slowly add to me just a few more lines With words to last until the end of time. And on the day that I was finally complete The whole town came and filled the narrow street. And they sang and danced and held me high and carried me away To the little wooden shul where I would stay. And as the Rabbi held me close against his chest He spoke out loud and clear to all the rest. He said no matter if you’re very young or even if you’re old, Live by the words you’ll find inside this scroll. Three days a week they read from me out loud It filled my soul with joy, it made me proud, They followed each and every verse with fire in their eyes The words that told them how to live their lives. I watched the generations come and go I saw the old men die, their children grow, But never in a century did I miss my turn once, For the fathers they had left me with their sons. But the hatred from the west came to Kiev And they rounded up the Jews that had not fled, But Moishele the Shammosh, he was brave and he was bold He hid me in the cellar dark and cold. And for years and years I waited all alone For the people of my town to take me home, So they’d sing and dance and hold me high when they carried me away To my little wooden shul where I would stay. But it was someone else who found my hiding place, And to America they sent me in a crate And the men who took me off the boat they said I was a prize But they were Jews I did not recognize. And in a case of glass they put me on display Where visitors would look at me and say, “How very nice, how beautiful, a stunning work of art,” But they knew not what was inside my heart. And across the room I saw upon the shelf, Some old friends of mine who lived back in Kiev, A silver pair of candlesticks a menorah made of brass, We’d all become mere echoes of the past. So if you hear my voice why don’t you come along, And take me to the place where I belong, And maybe even sing and dance when you carry me away To the little wooden shul where I would stay. And as the Rabbi holds me close against his chest, He’ll speak out loud and clear to all the rest He’ll say no matter if you’re very young or even if you’re old, Live by the words you’ll find inside this scroll, Live by the words you’ll find inside… my soul.
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