Memories

Artist: Abie Rotenberg
Album: Journeys 2

I am a very tired, old and worn out man
And my eyes have long been blind
Most things that people say to me
Just seem to slip my mind

Oh, but the suffering and painful times
That were in years long gone
Are still as clear upon my memory
As the numbers on my arm

What will become of all the memories?
Are they to scatter with the dust in the breeze?
Who will stand before the world
Knowing what to say
When the very last survivor
Fades away

When i hold my grandson close to me
And his fingers trace the pattern of my tears
And he asks me, "Zeide, tell me why do you cry?
What is it that you fear?"

And I tell him there once was another child
Who smelled as sweet as felt this warm
But he was taken form before my eyes
And only i remain to mourn

What will become of all the memories?
Are they to scatter with the dust in the breeze?
Who will stand before a world
That now wishes to deny
Will they believe in someone
Who never heard the cries

There us nothing I can say or do
To make things change
Time has a way of passing by so fast
Like a fleeting shadow, no one will recall
The faces of the past

What will become of all the memories?
Are they to scatter with the dust in the breeze?
But one thought gives me comfort
It's all that i have left
For I know that G-d in heaven
Won't forget