I'll Be There
Poor Jewish Syrian immigrant
Just some words the world would give to your image when
Brooklyn New York started calling your name
Mr. and Mrs. Dweck we have your miracle, Miriam
Small, perfect precious thirsting for life
Who knew this girl's body was bursting with so much fight
Things weren't always right, but you'd keep working hard
Foster homes and life's punches couldn't keep you down
Women's, workers, civil and human
For lgbtq and more rights you'd push for unity
Shortly you would be, headed to see my girl Chicago
A city where we'd really get to see you grow
And as you'd grow and develop all the men would admire
Your full beauty getting hooked by how you moved them with your
Smile, it was gold, and it would have your beau
Trying to impress you with political flyers so the story goes
Mother of three, studying at UofC,
Then their law school paying for you to be there
Representing all the other women who weren't there
You'd teach a college course called "women in law" to share
Experience strength and hope, elected as a state rep
You'd rep for people in the world the system seems to forget
And as a circuit court judge, for years, you'd serve cook county
Poor Jewish Syrian immigrant girl the world never saw coming
Don't wake me I'll be there
Don't wake me I'll be there
Don't wake me I'll be there
Don't wake me I'll be there
Just like the other men, your smile also had me glued
I'd fight for attention and want to be next to you
I always got the best of you were rarely ever cross
I know I'd try and test you never let any of us get off
Easy to say you instilled importance in love for family
Be with me today, wherever I find myself standing please
Know you live through each of us, we touch the world with your hand
Since we were born you made us all feel like important women and men
Pumping care into our spirits as we shared your rice pudding
Or fueling creativity arts and crafts with cds and records spinning
In the background in your home or even in the car
Roadtripping everywhere dulcimer music festival
I want is for you to know I didn't forget you
My love never ended, never stopped missing you
Thanks to you, I never knew college debt
Perfect attendance that semester I knew you signed the check
And though I was a wreck I always showed up to visit
We all did, scrabble in holly court walking the block know I miss it
And I wish I could go back so I could give you more calls
And write you more letters and give you more of it all
But when I called and you didn't know my name
I didn't know how to respond and so I faded to grey
How I wish you were awake that last time your son went to visit
First time I had tried to call in years to hear your voice because I missed it
And when my parents split I went straight to your back porch
Turned it into my studio to so I could create art
Which is something that you always encouraged me to pursue
Any medium, pens, paints, wicky stix, harmonicas and trash with glue
You traveled the world with grandpa and brought us all with you
Or brought us gifts to inspire us to see the world and live too
Know this song is made for you, right now I write from China,
But I'll keep dreaming, don't wake me, I know this song will find ya
Don't wake me I'll be there
Don't wake me I'll be there
Don't wake me I'll be there
Don't wake me I'll be there
Don't wake me I'll be there
Don't wake me I'll be there
Don't wake me I'll be there
Don't wake me I'll be there
Don't wake me I'll be there
Don't wake me I'll be there
Just some words the world would give to your image when
Brooklyn New York started calling your name
Mr. and Mrs. Dweck we have your miracle, Miriam
Small, perfect precious thirsting for life
Who knew this girl's body was bursting with so much fight
Things weren't always right, but you'd keep working hard
Foster homes and life's punches couldn't keep you down
Women's, workers, civil and human
For lgbtq and more rights you'd push for unity
Shortly you would be, headed to see my girl Chicago
A city where we'd really get to see you grow
And as you'd grow and develop all the men would admire
Your full beauty getting hooked by how you moved them with your
Smile, it was gold, and it would have your beau
Trying to impress you with political flyers so the story goes
Mother of three, studying at UofC,
Then their law school paying for you to be there
Representing all the other women who weren't there
You'd teach a college course called "women in law" to share
Experience strength and hope, elected as a state rep
You'd rep for people in the world the system seems to forget
And as a circuit court judge, for years, you'd serve cook county
Poor Jewish Syrian immigrant girl the world never saw coming
Don't wake me I'll be there
Don't wake me I'll be there
Don't wake me I'll be there
Don't wake me I'll be there
Just like the other men, your smile also had me glued
I'd fight for attention and want to be next to you
I always got the best of you were rarely ever cross
I know I'd try and test you never let any of us get off
Easy to say you instilled importance in love for family
Be with me today, wherever I find myself standing please
Know you live through each of us, we touch the world with your hand
Since we were born you made us all feel like important women and men
Pumping care into our spirits as we shared your rice pudding
Or fueling creativity arts and crafts with cds and records spinning
In the background in your home or even in the car
Roadtripping everywhere dulcimer music festival
I want is for you to know I didn't forget you
My love never ended, never stopped missing you
Thanks to you, I never knew college debt
Perfect attendance that semester I knew you signed the check
And though I was a wreck I always showed up to visit
We all did, scrabble in holly court walking the block know I miss it
And I wish I could go back so I could give you more calls
And write you more letters and give you more of it all
But when I called and you didn't know my name
I didn't know how to respond and so I faded to grey
How I wish you were awake that last time your son went to visit
First time I had tried to call in years to hear your voice because I missed it
And when my parents split I went straight to your back porch
Turned it into my studio to so I could create art
Which is something that you always encouraged me to pursue
Any medium, pens, paints, wicky stix, harmonicas and trash with glue
You traveled the world with grandpa and brought us all with you
Or brought us gifts to inspire us to see the world and live too
Know this song is made for you, right now I write from China,
But I'll keep dreaming, don't wake me, I know this song will find ya
Don't wake me I'll be there
Don't wake me I'll be there
Don't wake me I'll be there
Don't wake me I'll be there
Don't wake me I'll be there
Don't wake me I'll be there
Don't wake me I'll be there
Don't wake me I'll be there
Don't wake me I'll be there
Don't wake me I'll be there
Credits
Writer(s): Clement Balanoff
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