Looking for a song

singleagain

Thu, May 20 2021, 11:44 am

Shulamit2 wrote:

I'm looking for the lyrics of this song

MY ZAIDY- Megama Duo- Sung & Composed By Moshe Yess- Megama 1 (1980)

My Zaidy lived with us in my parent’s home
He used to laugh – He’d put me on his knee
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
And 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 1:
But, Zaidy made us laugh
Zaidy made us sing
And Zaidy made a Kiddush – Friday Night
And Zaidy oh my Zaidy – how I loved him so
And Zaidy used to teach me wrong from right.

His eyes lit up when he used to teach me Torah
And he taught me every line so carefully
And 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 came back home – they said “Zaidy’s gone”
and all his books were packed and stored away.

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

CHORUS 2:
But Zaidy made us laugh
Zaidy made us sing
And Zaidy made a Seder – Pesach Night
And Zaidy oh my Zaidy – how I loved him so
And Zaidy used to teach me wrong from right.

And 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’s of our children
Who will be their Zaidys – if not we?

CHORUS 1:
But, Zaidy made us laugh
Zaidy made us sing
And Zaidy made a Kiddush – Friday Night
And Zaidy oh my Zaidy – how I loved him so
And Zaidy used to teach me wrong from right.

cbsp

Thu, May 20 2021, 1:21 pm

singleagain wrote:

OP stated it wasn't this song

Janie Asne

Thu, May 20 2021, 4:47 pm

The sweetness of the davening forever fills my mind
Zaidy is sitting next to me, his forehead very lined
He prayed with such sincerity, yearning on his face
I’d watch with admiration, his Kavanah fills a place
Every year I’d stay with him in Boston for a week
Although our lifestyle differed in the goals that we did seek
He’d read me ancient bible stories from his musty books
Hold my hand, caress my cheek with a special look

Zaidy oh my Zaidy how I loved to be with you
Yom Kippur in the shteeble, once a year I was a Jew
But only one verse made you cry
Did I find teardrops in your eyes
And never did I know why this was so x2

I continued with my visits till 13 years of age
When family vacations became the style and the rage
And deep inside I also knew my parents weren’t sure
They could see I was affected more and more
Without that sole connection our relationship collapsed
Devoid of all real substance with a devastating lack
And although I thought of Zaidy many times throughout the years
My own level of commitment disappeared

Zaidy oh my Zaidy how I loved to be with you
Yom Kippur in the shteeble, once a year I was a Jew
But only one verse made you cry
Teardrops falling from your eyes
Landing on the words I did not know

My junior year in college Zaidy passed away
How shocked I was to hear the news never dreamed I’d feel such pain
A box was specified for me, said his lawyer friend
His machzar lay on top of it, its cover cracked and bent

On the morning of Yom Kippur I was laying in my bed
When a notion so unlike me came along and filled my head
To spend some time in prayer Zaidy’s memory would glow
So I took his ancient machzar to the Hillel house I’d go

Snatches of familiar tunes worked their spell on me
I was right back there with Zaidy and those precious memories
I was flipping through the pages when something caught my eye
Those teardrop stains where Zaidy used to cry

Zaidy oh my Zaidy how I loved to be with you
Yom Kippur in the shteeble, once a year I was a Jew
But only one verse made you cry
Did I find teardrops in your eyes
And never did I know why this was so

I tapped the boy in front of me and gestured with my hand
For his English translation since I cannot understand
Then I correlate the verses going straight to the right place
Where Zaidy’s tears have stained up the entire space

It says avinu malkeinu chamol aleinu v’al oleleinu v’tapeinu
father up in heaven let my kids not cause you shame
And in the margins Zaidy had penned in my name

Zaidy oh my Zaidy how I loved to be with you
Now not just on Yom Kippur do I call myself a Jew
No your tears were not in vain
I cannot even explain
How much further they have reached along this page

Zaidy oh my Zaidy how I loved to be with you
Now not just on Yom Kippur do I call myself a Jew
As I remember my fresh start I can feel your broken heart
But your tears have spread to where you never dreamed
Yes the power of a teardrop, yes the power of a teardrop is not what it seems

Shulamit2

Mon, May 24 2021, 4:35 am

Janie Asne wrote:

thank you!