My Little Town (feat. Shulem)

There were six hundred people in my little town When they came on that cold winter day I remember the crying, the running, the smoke And the boxcars that took us away We held on to each other and spoke words of hope, hiding the terror inside There were six hundred people in my little town, but I, only I, would survive I can still smell the fresh morning bread that I'd buy for Mama each day Henyak, the baker, would first pinch my cheek, then hand me a keichel and say Mach a Brocha mein kindt, we owe it to Him. He made our world so very sweet And wherever life leads you, never forget siz gut - tzu zayn a Yid Mutek and I were two of a kind, like brothers the very best of friends Playing all day in the streets of the Shtetl, growing from boys into men We would carry water to all of the shops, for only five groschen a pail But first, we'd learn Torah in our little shul, an hour or two without fail I'll never forget when the shidduch was redt. Papa came home with the news Mutek to my sister, Roizah, in no time, the match was approved Blessed by the Heilige Rebbe himself, a date for the wedding was set And whoever I met for the next week or two said to me, soon you'll be next The tables were set, Henyak baked the sweets, Shneiderman finished the gown Laughter and joy could be felt in the air, with music heard all through the town What a radiant bride, my dear Roizah was, the groom looking handsome and strong And after his shoe came down on the glass, the townsfolk burst out in song עוד ישמע בערי יהודה ובחוצות ירושלים קול ששון וקול שמחה קול חתן וקול כלה עוד ישמע בערי יהודה ובחוצות ירושלים קול ששון וקול שמחה קול חתן וקול כלה And there face to face, in joyous embrace, in the center of the crowd Mutek and I danced into the night, round and round Round and round, round and round, round and round There were six hundred people in my little town - but I, only I, would survive