Darkness, silence settled all around.
Icy moonlight lit the forest ground,
Casting shadows on the snow.
Secretly a bris milah was done.
Notice of the father and the son
Could mean sure death in the snow.
In the open or away from sight,
We will always keep the Torah -
And do Mitzvoswithout fear.
In the mountains, in the Russian planes,
In the streets and in the subway trains.
We are faithful to the Torah -
As they left their strength began to wane,
And each step was filled with bitter pains.
But Hashem saw faces filled with love -
They were then caught with the mila knife,
And the soldiers took the father’s life.
The son cried as he saw Kidush Hashem -
And Malachim wept with them -
Have no fear my son of knives and guns,
Hashem lee ma ya’aseh lee adam -
We must always keep the Torah,
And do Mitzvoswithout fear
Many years passed since that dreadful day.
Grass and wheats grew on that martyr’s grave.
And the son, for whom his life he gave,
Followed in his father’s ways.
So one dark night in the winter cold,
When his only son was eight days old.
He did as he had been shown and told -
A bris mila on that day.
The dark age and much infirmary,
We will always keep the Torah without fear.
A Chossid Is Weeping
A chossid is weeping his body wrapped in tears
He hasn’t seen his Rebbe for eight long years
His soul reaching upward yearning to be free
Enwrapped in golus the flame does burn
Rebbe oh Rebbe we are so far apart
Transcending limitations yearning to be one
Reb Mendel, Reb Mendel your letter I received
Although he was the Gabai too.
A simple man, with no airs about him
He calls himself an ordinary Jew.
He always was the first one of the ten.
And after the prayers were all over
He’d stay on behind the other men.
That simple man with no airs about him.
Old age Greenstein, the man that no one knew,
When they made a blessing they would get a sweet.
Everybody said, “Good Shabbos” to him,
He was a friend of everyone he’d meet.
Flames leaped high with crackling sounds.
The congregation was waiting outside the shul
When the news got out… Abe couldn’t be found.
Where’s Abe Greenstein, where’s that candy man
The congregation waited silently,
The rabbi just stood there and shook his head,
Without Abe… what will be?
With his clothes aflame and charcoal on his face,
He looked more like an angel than a man,
With the Torah scrolls clutched in his embrace.
Old Abe Greenstein…
A prayer ascends to the sky;
“Hashem, Hashem, please have pity,
Oh, to kiss the wall before I die.”
Jews of silence we can hear you.
Jews of courage we are with you.
Soon the six million strong,
You’ll burst into song,
Jews of silence…
Along the road
Lartzeinu bikarov biyameinu
The Kremlin’s eerie lights
Casting shadows so deceiving
Upon the crumbling remnants of our nation
A sad and sorry plight
Morale destroyed and shattered
For the heart of Russian Jewry was escaping
Just one man’s defiant stand
Up against the odds, against his land
Our hope, the power of the individual
If need be, I’ll fight alone
No matter what I have, it’s not my own
Reb Getche, our future is your legacy
For you, a distant image
How desperately you waited to perceive him
The Iron Curtain down
The gates begin to open
Freedom on the edge of your horizon
And my eyes have long been blind.
Most things that people say to me,
Just seem to slip my mind.
That were in years long gone,
Are still as clear upon my memory
As the number on my arm.
What will become of all the memories?
Are they to scatter with the dust in the breeze?
And who will stand before the world knowing what to say
When the very last survior… fades away?
When I hold my grandson close to me
And his fingers trace the pattern of my tears,
He asks me, “Grandpa, tell me why do you cry,
What is it that you fear?”
Who smelled this sweet and felt this warm.
But he was taken from before my eyes
And only I remain to mourn.
And who will stand before a world that now wishes to deny
Will they believe in someone… who never heard the cries?
There is nothing I can say or do to make things change.
Time has a way of passing by so fast.
And like a fleeting shadow noone will recall,
The faces of the past.
And who will stand before the world, yet one thought gives me comfort
It’s all that I have left,
I know that G-d in heaven… won’t forget?