Post by yankydoodle on Jun 4, 2006 16:40:34 GMT -5
A Russian boy’s helpless plight
Dreariness fills his night,
Hardship and pain befall him
His chance of survival is slim.
Finding no source of true comfort
To the Rebbe he turns with a letter,
Compelled to express to him
How life could have been so much better.
The boy did not beg for an easier life
Nor for a hope to be free,
Vos zol men ton az es davent zich nit
That was the Russian boy’s plea.
As the Rebbe spoke at Farbrengen
The chassidim gazed on in surprise,
As the Rebbe choked with emotion
And tears welled up in his eyes.
The boy did not beg for an easier life
Nor for a hope to be free,
Vos zol men ton az es davent zich nit
That was the Russian boy’s plea.
Repeat: The boy did not beg...
Dreariness fills his night,
Hardship and pain befall him
His chance of survival is slim.
Finding no source of true comfort
To the Rebbe he turns with a letter,
Compelled to express to him
How life could have been so much better.
The boy did not beg for an easier life
Nor for a hope to be free,
Vos zol men ton az es davent zich nit
That was the Russian boy’s plea.
As the Rebbe spoke at Farbrengen
The chassidim gazed on in surprise,
As the Rebbe choked with emotion
And tears welled up in his eyes.
The boy did not beg for an easier life
Nor for a hope to be free,
Vos zol men ton az es davent zich nit
That was the Russian boy’s plea.
Repeat: The boy did not beg...