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
Our Children
Our Children
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
Thank you for your confidence
I shall keep it here

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN