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Goodbye Golus

Artist: Avraham Fried

Album: Goodbye Golus

I've asked the wise,

They say golus is a blessing in disguise.

A greater light follows the night.

But it's been so long, it feels so wrong,

It's not where we belong.

Brothers and friends,

We must bring this golus to its end.

Our urgent cries will pierce the skies,

Tell us Hashem, Ad Mosai - till when?

Golus it's time for you to go, Goodbye,

Bring down the curtain on the show, goodbye.

You're lasting much to long, no one can deny,

Enough is enough it's time to say goodbye.

So open wide your prison door, goodbye,

We are your prisoners no more, goodbye.

You cannot stop us now, so don't even try,

Goodbye, goodbye, it's time to say good bye.

Father and king,

Everything is you and you are everything.

But the golus lies and blinds our eyes,

Why can't we see Your majensty undisguised?

In the heavens high,

All the angles tremble when they hear you cry.

For every Jew, all we've been through,

'Till we are home you're in golus too.

Golus it's time for you to go, Goodbye,

Bring down the curtain on the show, goodbye.

You're lasting much to long, no one can deny,

Enough is enough it's time to say goodbye.

So open wide your prison door, goodbye,

We are your prisoners no more, goodbye.

You cannot stop us now, so don't even try,

Goodbye, goodbye, it's time to say good bye.

Golus it's time...

We Need You

Artist: Yerachmiel Begun

Album: Shabbos Yerushalaim

The shul is packed with people who have come to pray,

But unfortunately some have lots to say.

The Rav bangs on the bimah and ha asks for scilence,

This is wrong, you must be strong.

The noise that filled the room begins to die down,

The Rav so thankfully relaxes his frown.

The manage fine to say a line with real emotion,

Then it all starts up again.

We need you! We need your Tefilah,

Each and every Yid can bring the Geulah,

Don't talk! Sh Sh! Just Daven,

So your Tefilos can reach Hashem! (x2)

How can anybody concentrate,

When hearing the latest in real estate.

It's hard enough, it's really tough to have kavanah,

It's a fight both day and night.

But think how it could be if each of us would,

Find the inner strength to pray as we should.

Voices blending - and ascending, heaven's open.

Such a cry, could he deny?

We need you! We need your Tefilah,

Each and every Yid can bring the Geulah,

Don't talk! Sh Sh! Just Daven,

So your Tefilos can reach Hashem! (x2)

You have to know the halacha,

That it's asur lidaber bishas hatfilah,

It's n matter of hashkafa,

But it's something we all have to do.

We need you! We need your Tefilah,

Each and every Yid can bring the Geulah,

Don't talk! Sh Sh! Just Daven,

So your Tefilos can reach Hashem! (x2)

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Don't Hide From Me

Artist: Avraham Fried

Album: Brocha V'Hatzlochah

Don't hide from me,

Though I know that you are truly there, everywhere,

Still and all, I cannot see you, don't hide from me,

its been so long since last I saw you smile.

Don't hide from me,

Wheres the promise you would take my hand, understand,

My life is not complete with out you, don't hide from me.

I need to see you more then ever now.

Two thousand years is a million years too long,

To search for the light that I have never known,

Show me your face, I need your embrace,

Won't you please come out of your hiding place.

Take me on your wing

Teach me how to sing

The one song the world wants to hear

Oh, father dear...

Don't hide from me,

Seems you're hiding more and more each day,

Why I pray, I keep looking, you keep hiding,

Oh, I feel so alone, I'm calling to you, father, please come home.

Two thousand years is a million years too long,

To search for the light that I have never known,

Show me your face, I need your embrace,

Won't you please come out of your hiding place.

Take me on your wing

Teach me how to sing

The one song the world wants to hear

Oh, father dear...

Who would believe,

Walls of darkness finally have come down, all around,

But the walls that stand between us, don't want to fold,

Tell me the final secret to it all.

Don't hide from me is my one and only plea,

Father can't you see, I'm calling desperately,

Show me your face, I need your embrace,

Won't you please come out of your hiding place.

Take me on your wing

Teach me how to sing

The one song the world wants to hear

Oh, father dear...

Don't hide from me,

Though I know that you are truly there, everywhere,

Still and all, I cannot see you, don't hide from me,

I need to see you more then ever now.

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Who Am I?

Artist: Abie Rottenberg

Album: Journeys 3

I have trouble with my words,

They don't seem to come out clear.

But I want you all to know me, so I'll try.

I'm asking one small question,

It won't take up too much time,

Can you tell me,

Can you answer,

Who am I?

Oh, I know I'm very different,

By the things I cannot do.

Why, I find it hard to tell you my own name.

So you wonder jut who am I,

As you try to hide your eyes,

But believe me,

You and I,

Are much the same.

Don't you marvel at a sunset,

As the rays shine through the clouds,

And the night begins to take over the sky?

And don't you love the sound of laughter,

And a lively happy tune?

Well then we are not so different, you and I.

And when you see a mighty eagle,

As it spreads its graceful wings,

Don't you wish inside your heart,

That you could fly?

And when hear a crash of thunder,

Don't you tremble out of fear?

Well then we are not so different, you and I.

Yes, I know my legs can't hold me,

And I cannot shake your hand,

And that looking at me makes you feel so strange.

So you wonder jut who am I,

As you quickly pass on by.

But believe me,

You and I,

Are just the same.

have you known the pain of sadness,

And the feeling that it brings?

Yes, I'm sure there's been some times,

You've had to cry.

And that loneliness is worse of all,

I'm sure that you'll agree.

Then we are not so different, you and I.

And do you know the joy of friendship,

Of caring and of love?

Somehow I get the feeling that you do.

The we are not so different,

We are very much the same.

For you do know who I am.

Yes, you do know who I am,

I'm just like you.

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Someday We'll be Together

Artist: Mordechai Ben David

Album: The english collection

They learned in a dark frigid cellar,

Alone, just a small group of men.

When in rushed the soldiers, and led them all away,

The flame of Torah flickered on that day.

So many tears, so much sorrow,

The pain has lasted for thousands of years.

But soon we'll stop crying, the cruelty will end,

The Melech HaMoshiach will descend.

Someday we will all be together,

Someday we'll be sheltered and warm.

Never will we have to express any fear,

Our scars and our wounds will disappear.

Avraham and Yitzchok will be there to greet us,

Yaakov and his sons will stand by and smile.

Moshe Rabeinu will lead us once again,

In Yerushalaim, B'Ezras Hashem.

We learn every day and we dave,

We ask Hashem, please bring those old time back.

We all know that you're listening, of course we know its true,

I've received a promise, so have you.

That Hashem will lead us out of this golus,

We can't take too much longer, you know why.

And then together we will daven, together we'll all sing,

We're gonna priase, 'Thank you Hashem, for everything.'

Someday we will all be together,

Someday we'll be sheltered and warm.

Never will we have to express any fear,

Our scars and our wounds will disappear.

Avraham and Yitzchok will be there to greet us,

Yaakov and his sons will stand by and smile.

Moshe Rabeinu will lead us once again,

In Yerushalaim, B'Ezras Hashem.

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Teardrop

Artist: Abie Rottenberg

Album: Journeys 2

In a one room apartment, somewhere out in the city,

A story of magic unfolds.

There lived a widow, without any children,

Abandoned, forgotten, alone.

She lived with the memories, of barbed wire fences,

The darkness invading her dreams.

Oh, if ever a woman and reason to cry,

Then surely the woman was she.

But never did she shed a tear,

She asked for no answers, had nothing to fear.

G-d's love is but hidden, in time we'll know why.

But today there's no reason, no reason to cry.

Well, it happened one Friday, there just was no money,

The table, bare, covered in white.

But she found a few pennies, and bought a small candle,

Her Shabbos would still have its light.

And she lit the lone candle, recited the Brocha,

The deepest of joys in her heart.

When a gust of wind blew, through a crack in the window,

The flame, once so bright, had gone dark.

This time the pain was so great,

She tried to hold back - but it was too late.

"Where has my faith gone?" she said with a sigh,

As a small teardrop formed on the edge of her eye.

It rolled down her cheek, heading straight for the candle,

As if with a mind of its own.

Touching the wick, the drop burst out in flames,

Once more, there was light in her home.

No more could she hold back her tears,

She cried out the sorrow of so many years.

G-d's love is but hidden, in time we'll know why -

But the heavens had told her, "It's all right to cry."

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The Place Where I Belong

Artist: Abie Rottenberg?

Album: Journeys 1

I was made 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 know 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 his cellar, dark and cold.

And for years and years I waited all alone,

For the people of my town to take me home,

And they'd sing and dance and hold me tight 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 he 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 day,

"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 some little wooden shul where I could 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 your 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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You're Never Alone

Artist: Avraham Fried

Album: You're Never Alone

Sometimes when you're feeling all alone,

You need some happiness to call your own.

Nothing is going the way it should,

You're trying to do the best you could.

Lift up your eyes to the sky,

You're life's in His hands, trust in Him, He will reply.

Guiding all your steps, always at your side,

You are His joy and pride.

And don't you know, you're never alone,

It doesn't matter where you are.

There's nothing in His eyes more special that you,

Wherever you go, Hashem goes with you. (x2)

Sometimes when you're...

Little Kite

Artist: Abie Rottenberg

Album: Journeys 2

The sky bright and clear, the wind's blowing strong,

Winter has past, now the sun's shining proud.

What a glorious day to send up a kite,

To dance and to soar high over the clouds.

Through the traffic and noise, I ran to the park,

An island surrounded with castles of stone.

With my kite and a spool of clear plastic like,

We journey together, along way from home.

Little kite tell me, for I cannot fly,

Can you see distant oceans and mountains so high?

But most of all tell me, for I cannot see,

Is there a G-d in heaven, does He know of me?

Lighter than air, my little kite flew,

Riding the wind like an angle in flight.

So far away now, just a speck in the sky,

Reaching the heavens it vanished from sight.

Little kite tell me, for I cannot fly,

Can you see distant oceans and mountains so high?

But most of all tell me, for I cannot see,

Is there a G-d in heaven, does He know of me?

Well someone passed by and looked at me strange,

He asked, "Wtcha doing on this day so fair?

Flying a kite, well how could that be:

Can't you see little boy, there's nothing up there."

Little kite tell me why I've been so blind,

Using my eyes, oh, in place of my mind?

For though I can't see you, I do understand,

You're tuggin' and pullin' the string in my hand.

You're tuggin' and pullin' the string in my hand.

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Yerushlaim is not for sale

Artist: Mordechai Ben David

Album: Jerusalem is Not for Sale

Overnight - a massive construction,

On top of Jerusalem mountains.

At campus luring innocent souls,

To drink from the forbidden fountain.

Like many before,

They've come here for war,

We're warning them now; It won't pay.

Jerusalem - her holiness crying,

Defiling her dearest location,

Politics blinding sense of pride.

Are we not the Chosen Nation?

Together as one,

We will overcome,

Bringing her freedom today.

Yerusholaim is not for sale,

Voices crying,

Thundering throughout our cities.

You better run for your life,

Back to Utah overnight,

Before the mountain top opens wide,

And swallows you inside.

Yerusholaim your foes will fail,

Senseless trying.

He's guarding his holy city,

He's punishing all its intruders so awfully.

They have perished, tier names are history.

The wars, the pain,

Brought masses returning,

Back to their roots more than ever.

The leftists fiercely fighting truth,

To dampen the sparks still burning.

So wake up my friend,

This is the very end,

The arrows are pointing our way!

Yerusholaim is not for sale,

Voices crying,

Thundering throughout our cities.

You better run for your life,

Back to Utah overnight,

Before the mountain top opens wide,

And swallows you inside.

Yerusholaim your foes will fail,

Senseless trying.

He's guarding his holy city,

He's punishing all its intruders so awfully.

They have perished, tier names are history.

Yerushamaim is not for sale...

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Just One Shabbos

Artist: Mordechai Ben David

Album: Just one Shabbos

Western wall on Friday night, first time ever there,

Strapped into his knapsack, with his long and curly hair.

He stood there for a while, then broke out with a smile,

Emotion, overwhelming joy, with tears.

The men were standing there, their hearts so full of love,

Sang such happy tunes, to thank the one above.

For showing them the way, for giving them a day,

Rest, rejoice, with peace of mind, to pray.

Just one Shabbos, and we'll all be free,

Just one Shabbos, come and join with me.

We'll sing and dance to the sky,

With our spirits so high.

We will show them all it's true,

Let them come and join us too.

i said, 'Hello, my friend, you seem to be amused.'

He said, 'Much more than that, I am a bit confused.

I know I am a Jew, I was Bar Mitzvah too,

But Shabbos in our home, who ever knew.'

He asked to join with us, to understand and see,

He spent some time with us, in total ectasy.

Next Shabbos came along, his feelings grew so strong,

He first began to feel, that he belonged.

Just one Shabbos, and we'll all be free,

Just one Shabbos, come and join with me.

We'll sing and dance to the sky,

With our spirits so high.

We will show them all it's true,

Let them come and join us too.

He found his treasure, made some changes in his life,

A brand new family, his children and his wife.

They learn new things each day, to live the Torah way,

The message of the Shabbos, they will relate.

Now, every Friday night, they go down to the wall,

Invite some people home, and they will tell them all,

We'll teach them this new song, to join and sing along,

Soon we'll all be free, it won't be long.

I promise you!

Just one Shabbos, and we'll all be free,

Just one Shabbos, come and join with me.

We'll sing and dance to the sky,

With our spirits so high.

We will show them all it's true,

Let them come and join us too.

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The Rebbe of lublin

Artist: Moshe Yess

Album: Journeys 2

Won't you gather round my friends and listen to my tale,

It's a lesson about life itself and how I learned it well.

'Cause you think you know the answers,

And things are the way they seem,

But I found out it's just ain't so, from the Rebbe of Lublin.

You see, I worked as the Shamosh for this Rebbe form Lublin,

I'd wash his clothes and shine his shoes,

And keep house real clean.

But one thing I did not like about this job of mine,

Was coking him his daily meals and serving them on time.

See, the Rebbe would come home from Shul each day and sit down in his seat,

And he'd say 'Ribbono Shle Olam, could I have a little bit to eat,

'Cause you sustain all mankind with your goodness and your grace.'

And right on cue I'd come on out and put food down in it's place.

So now you know what got me mad, why, it's plain as day to see,

I say, his food don't come from heaven, but from the cook, and that's me.

So I schemed and I conspired to set this Rebbe straight,

Tomorrow there won't be no food to put down on his plate.

Now, the Rebbe left to go to Shul, early morning that next day,

When a tearful man approached him, Stood in the Rebbe's way.

'My wife is ill,' He cried out, 'There's no hope for her life.'

The Rebbe said 'I'll pray for her. With G-d's help she'll be alright.'

The Rebbe of Lublin came home from Shul just like any other day,

And he sat down at the table, I could hear him start to pray.

I came out with his empty tray and said,

'This is what you've been praying for.'

But with the last words of his prayer came a knocking at the door.

Standing in the doorway was a man whose eye's did shine.

'Rebbe, it's a miracle! My wife, she's feelin' fine!

Please accept this little gift to show our gratitude.'

Well I'm sure by now you've guessed it folks...

It was a package filled with food.

The Rebbe would come home from Shul each day and sit down in his seat,

And he'd say, 'Ribbono Shel Olam, could I have a little bit to eat,

'Cause you sustain all mankind with your goodness and your grace.'

And right on cue I'd come on out,

You could betcha bottom dollar I would come on out...

ANd put his food down in it's place.

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The little bird

Artist: Tzlil V'zemer

Album: Wake up Yidden

The little bird is calling,

It wishes to return.

The little bird is wounded,

It cannot fly, but yearns.

It's captured by the vultures,

Crying bitterly.

Oh, to see my nest again,

Oh, to be free.

The little bird of silver,

So delicate and rare.

Still chirps among the vultures,

Outshining all that's there.

How long, how long it suffers,

How long will it be.

Oh. when will come the eagle,

To set the little bird free.

The little bird is Yisroel,

The vultures are our foes.

The painful wound is Golus,

Which we all fell and know.

The nest is Yerushalaim,

Where we year to be once more.

And the eagle is Moshiach,

Whom we are waiting for.

Besiata Dishmaya

Artist Yerachmiel Begun/Miami Boys choir

Album: Besiata Dishmaya

Have you ever felt, there's no where to turn,

Things seem confused, no one's concerned.

The times we live in are oh, so dark,

A little faith, a light to spark.

There's a vision eases the pain,

Hope arises again, hope arises again.

B'siyata Dishmaya whatever we do,

When we need him to help us , he'll always come through.

Never will we feel alone,

With his help we can stand on our own.

B'siyata Dishmaya whatever will be,

All the world that we hope for, is open to see.

We need him to show us the way,

B'siyata Dishmaya.

Sometimes we feel the strength of our hands,

Can bring us success, but we don't understand.

It's not always the way it seems,

Hashem alone provides our needs.

And stands behind every circumstance,

No, its not only by chance, it's not only by chance.

B'siyata Dishmaya whatever we do,

When we need him to help us , he'll always come through.

Never will we feel alone,

With his help we can stand on our own.

B'siyata Dishmaya whatever will be,

All the world that we hope for, is open to see.

We need him to show us the way,

B'siyata Dishmaya.

Prayer after prayer, tear after tear,

Begging for help, for heaven to here.

When Hashem is on our side,

Every door is open wide.

Our only hope is to look to the sky,

Where He waits for our cry,

Where He waits for our cry.

B'siyata Dishmaya whatever we do,

When we need him to help us , he'll always come through.

Never will we feel alone,

With his help we can stand on our own.

B'siyata Dishmaya whatever will be,

All the world that we hope for, is open to see.

We need him to show us the way,

B'siyata Dishmaya.

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Daddy Dear

Artist: Mordechai Ben David

Album: The English Collection

'Daddy dear, tell me please, is it true what they say,

In the heaven there's a cup that gets fuller each day.

And i've heard that Hashem keeps it close near by,

And he fills if with his tears each time that we cry?

Zaidy told me, daddy dear, did he tell you the same,

That when sorrow strikes his people, Hashem feels the pain?

Tell me why does he cry far away in the sky?

Tell me why, daddy dear, are there tears in your eyes?'

'Little one, little one, it is true, yes it's true,

Zaidy told me years ago and his dad told him too.

Fathers cry for their children and Hashem does the same,

When we're hurt, so is he. Yes, he feels all the pain.

Tears of pity, in this cup, sadly flows,

Till one day when it's full, all our troubles will go.

We will dance, we will fly in the sky like the birds,

And I cry little one 'cause I'm touched by your words.'

'One more question, Daddy dear, answer please if you will,

Just how deep is this cup, tell me when will it fill?

Don't you think it is time that the sun forever shines?

Don't you think it is time dear daddy of mine?'

'Little one, it is time and I've questioned that too,

So let's ask him together me and you.'

"Father dear, do you hear our worries, our fears?

Will your eyes ever dry, is your cup filled with tears?"

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We Are Ready

Artist: Avraham Fried

Album: We are ready

Once in a kingdom in the sky,

There lived a mighty king who loved his nation.

Lost below they had wondered far and wide,

Searching for a way to return.

And watching helplessly he tried,

To whisper to their hearts the only answer.

It's not a road or a path you must find,

All I need is to hear the words...

We are ready, Yes we're ready,

So lead us and we'll go,

And all the world will know.

It is done,we are one, and we're ready,

Young and old will join us as we sing.

It's over, yes it's over,

With all we had to do,

We still came shining through.

And we know, yes we know, we are ready,

Fell the power of what we can bring.

Now that the ending has begun,

Now that the time has come to end the story.

All the things we had to do are done,

We are ready now to be heard.

And so we come to you as one,

And standing hand in hand we're going stronger.

Looking now we can see how far we've come,

Just believe in us, hear the words...

We are ready, Yes we're ready,

So lead us and we'll go,

And all the world will know.

It is done,we are one, and we're ready,

Young and old will join us as we sing.

It's over, yes it's over,

With all we had to do,

We still came shining through.

And we know, yes we know, we are ready,

Fell the power of what we can bring.

It's gonna be the little kinderlach

Artist: Country Yossi

Album: Greatest Hits

So you want to know who's gonna bring Moshiach?

Well I'll tell you, I'll tell you.

It's not gonna be the business man,

Or the wealthy man or the famous man. Oh no.

It's gonna be the little kinderlanch,

The little, little, little, kinderlach.

It's gonna be the little kinderlach,

Who'll make Moshiach come. (x2)

The little boy who goes to Yeshiva,

And learns Hashem's Torah,

To understand,

He'll make him come.

The little girl who sings Birchas Hamozon,

And says every word,

WIth holy Kavana,

She'll make him come.

It's gonna be the little kinderlanch,

The little, little, little, kinderlach.

It's gonna be the little kinderlach,

Who'll make Moshiach come. (x2)

The little boy who wears his tallis kattan,

And kisses his tzitizis,

When he says the Shema,

He'll make him come.

The little girl who davens each morning,

And gives her allowance,

Away for tzdoka

She'll make him come.

It's gonna be the little kinderlanch,

The little, little, little, kinderlach.

It's gonna be the little kinderlach,

Who'll make Moshiach come. (x2)

The little boy who stays in shul,

And stands with his father,

To listen to the torah,

He'll make him come.

The little girl who goes every Shabbos,

To visit the sick,

And the lonely old people,

She'll make him come.

It's gonna be the little kinderlanch,

The little, little, little, kinderlach.

It's gonna be the little kinderlach,

Who'll make Moshiach come. (x2)