Yosef My Son
A child was born into this world in 1933
A blessing for a Jewish home in Frankfurt Germany
His father taught him Aleph Beis,
he learned to read and write
Each night he heard his mother say these words to him
Yoseph my son, the L-rd our G-d is one
G-d is very near, Yoseph my dear
Yoseph my son, we are the Chosen Ones
Do not fear, we'll always be together
Yoseph was a boy of nine in 1942
He had a secret hiding place like all young children do
Horrified, he saw them take his Mom and Dad away
Alone, he heard his mother's final words to him
Yoseph my son, take some food and run
G-d is very near, Yoseph my dear
Yoseph my son, we are the Chosen Ones
Do not fear, we'll always be together
To feel his hand on the Western Wall was a lifelong dream come true
He made it to Jerusalem, the city of the Jew
And he opened up his Siddur as he had done each day
And he prayed to G-d for his mother and his father
And an old man stood there praying for a son he thought long dead
"That voice! That's my Father's voice!" was all that Yoseph said
He looked into the old man's eyes, tears came down his face
And he fell into his father's embrace
Yoseph my son, a miracle has been done!
Come! Your mother's here, Yoseph my dear
Yoseph my son, we are the Chosen Ones.
From now on we'll always be together
A blessing for a Jewish home in Frankfurt Germany
His father taught him Aleph Beis,
he learned to read and write
Each night he heard his mother say these words to him
Yoseph my son, the L-rd our G-d is one
G-d is very near, Yoseph my dear
Yoseph my son, we are the Chosen Ones
Do not fear, we'll always be together
Yoseph was a boy of nine in 1942
He had a secret hiding place like all young children do
Horrified, he saw them take his Mom and Dad away
Alone, he heard his mother's final words to him
Yoseph my son, take some food and run
G-d is very near, Yoseph my dear
Yoseph my son, we are the Chosen Ones
Do not fear, we'll always be together
To feel his hand on the Western Wall was a lifelong dream come true
He made it to Jerusalem, the city of the Jew
And he opened up his Siddur as he had done each day
And he prayed to G-d for his mother and his father
And an old man stood there praying for a son he thought long dead
"That voice! That's my Father's voice!" was all that Yoseph said
He looked into the old man's eyes, tears came down his face
And he fell into his father's embrace
Yoseph my son, a miracle has been done!
Come! Your mother's here, Yoseph my dear
Yoseph my son, we are the Chosen Ones.
From now on we'll always be together
Credits
Writer(s): Naftali Yess
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