Friday, August 31, 2007

My Zaidy

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My Zaidy lived with us in my parent's home
He used to laugh, he put me on his knees
And he spoke about his life in Poland
He spoke, but with a bitter memory

And he spoke about the soldiers who would beat him
They laughed at him, they tore his long black coat
And he spoke about a synagogue that they burnt down
And the crying that was heard beneath the smoke

CHORUS:
But Zaidy made us laugh, Zaidy made us sing
And Zaidy made a kiddush Friday night
And Zaidy, oh my Zaidy, how I love him so
And Zaidy used to teach me wrong from right

His eyes lit up when he would teach me torah
He taught me every line so carefully
He spoke about our slavery in Egypt
And how g-d took us out to make us free

But winter went by, summer came along
I went to camp to run and play
And when I got back home, they said "Zaidy's gone."
And all his books were packed and stored away

I don't know how or why it came to be
I happened slowly over so many years
We just stopped being Jewish like my Zaidy was
And no one cared enough to shed a tear

CHORUS:

But many winters went by
And many summers came along
And now my children sit in front of me
And who will be the Zaidy of my children
Who will be their Zaidy, if not me
Who will be the Zaidy of our children
Who will be the Zaidy if not we

CHORUS

3 comments:

  1. (But many winters went by
    And many summers came along
    And now my children sit in front of me
    And who will be the Zaidy of my children
    Who will be their Zaidy, if not me
    Who will be the Zaidy of our children
    Who will be the Zaidy if not we)

    it belongs by "but winter...."

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  2. The Author of the song is Moshe Yess

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  3. It's sung by Fay Nicoll on her 2nd album (I have the cassette and had it converted to MP3)

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