Only one wall of it remains,
The side that outlasted all the rest
Is the Kosel Ma’arovi on the west.
Thousands of Jews at the Wall do pray,
Their tearful eyes to heaven gaze
Hoping the rest will soon be raised.
Giving us strength with the Golus to cope,
And rousing our hopes that bimheirah ‘twill be
The wall of the Mikdosh Hashlishi.
Now what do you see
Haven’t you wondered
How it all came to be?
The moon and the sun,
Where they all came from?
It all became
‘Cause Hashem wanted so,
People in the world
About Hashem they should know.
Ten words that He spoke
That’s all that was done,
From nothing the world did become.
Let there be there light
And then there was light,
He even created
The darkness of night.
Hashem must always do,
He creates the world constantly
And makes it brand new.
On earth down below,
To show the world
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
‘Cause our Emunah kept us strong
That Moshiach is coming any day.
That he’ll come, and take us home
The time is here, at last
So, together we must come
And prepare ourselves as one
To greet Moshiach Tzidkeinu.
Hashem is here, Hashem is there
Hashem is truly everywhere.
Hashem is truly everywhere.
Up, up, down, down
Right, left, and all around
Here, there, and everywhere,
That’s where He can be found.
Amidst the noise of busy traffic
People running to and fro,
Little Moishy stands, bewildered,
What can he do, where should he go?
He sees the world all about him
A tear, a distant stare
But from then on, his eyes are busy
With the good that’s everywhere.
Takes a closer look, and he sees
That they remind him, taryag Mitzvos
That Hashem has given you and me.
Hashem awaits our call,
And from the earth’s four distant corners
He soon will gather us all.
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.
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.
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.”
Benjy blew a siren before a sneak attack.
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.”
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
And take me to the place where I belong,
And maybe even sing and dance when you carry me away
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.