Giants shoulders

Artist: Avraham Fried

Album: Shtar Hatnoim

When I was young, I heard a tale,

Of a giant standing tall,

And his son, oh, so small.

They shared a dream to see the king,

They hungered for the day,

And hurried on their way.

As they neared, the two despaired,

A wall rose to the skies,

Above the giants eyes.

'Wait my son,' said he,

'Climb upon me,

And after you aries,

You will be my eyes.'

And we will do it brothers,

After us there'll be no others.

Yo and I will do,

What giants wanted to.

So stand a take the credit,

We will be the ones to end it.

Although we're small,

We're standing tall,

Like soldiers,

Riding high because we're on our fathers shoulders.

Holy and pure, our fathers were,

Giant righteous men,

We are small compared to them.

But our deeds upon their deeds,

Together we will bring,

Moshiach our king.

Moshiach our king...

And we will do it brothers,

After us there'll be no others.

Yo and I will do,

What giants wanted to.

So stand a take the credit,

We will be the ones to end it.

Although we're small,

We're standing tall,

Like soldiers,

Riding high because we're on our fathers shoulders.

It's up to us,

To hammer home that final blow,

Our fathers started long ago,

Compelling us to follow.

So stand a take the credit,

We will be the ones to end it.

Although we're small,

We're standing tall,

Like soldiers,

Riding high because we're on our fathers shoulders.

And we will do it brothers,

After us there'll be no others.

Yo and I will do,

What giants wanted to.

So stand a take the credit,

We will be the ones to end it.

Although we're small,

We're standing tall,

Like soldiers,

Riding high because we're on our fathers shoulders.