Our Children

How they play

Finding treasure in the sand

They're forever hand in hand

Our Children

How they laugh

She has never laughed like this

Every waking moment bliss

Our Children

See them running down the beach

Children run so fast

Toward the Future

From the Past

How they dance

Unembarrassed and alone

Hearing music of their own

Our Children

One so fair

And the other Light and Dark

Sudden joy and Sudden spark

Our Children

See them running down the beach

Children run so fast

Toward the Future

From the Past

There they stand

Making footprints in the sand

They're forever hand in hand

Our Children

Two small lives

Silhouetted by the gloom

One like me and one like

You

Our Children

♪

Our Children

Well

You say that often

It's because I don't know what to say Baron

I am not a baron of course

I'm a poor immigrant

A Jew who points a camera so that his child can dress as beautifully as a princess

I want to drive from her memory

Every Tenement stench

Filthy Immigrant street

I will buy her light

And Sun

And clean wind of the Ocean

For the rest of her life

Now you know me

Now you understand

I am no baron

I am Tateh

Now I know even less what to say

Now it is my turn

Well

Thank you for your confidence

I shall keep it here