Moshe Yess - My Zeide                                                                     
                                                                     
Submitted by Avraham M.                                                                     
                                             


    Am              C         Dm
My Zeide lived with us in my parents’ home,
    Am               F             E
He used to laugh, he put me on his knee
       Dm               F        Am
and he spoke about his life in Poland,
    Dm               F       E      
he spoke, but with a bitter memory

    Am               C                 Dm
He spoke about the soldiers who would beat him
       Am                 F                   E
they laughed at him, they tore his long black coat
      Dm                F                   Am
and he spoke about the synagogue that they burnt down
      Dm                F                   E
and the crying that was heard beneath the smoke

Chorus:
    Dm             Am
But Zeide made us laugh
    Dm             Am
and Zeide made us sing
    Dm             G            C
and Zeide made a kiddush friday night
    Dm          F              Am - Am/G
and Zeide oh my Zeide, how I loved him so,
    Dm             F                  E
and Zeide used to teach me wrong from right

Verse:
His eyes lit up, when he would teach me Torah
He taught me every line so carefully.
He spoke about our slavery in Egypt,
And how G-d took us out to make us free.

    Dm          Am
But winter went by,
   Dm         Am
Summer came along,
    Dm         G          C
I went to camp to run and play.
    Dm          F                     Am - Am/G
And when I got back home, They said, “Zeide’s gone,”
     Dm                  F               E
And all his books were packed And stored away.

Verse:
I don’t know how or why it came to be,
It happened slowly over so many years,
We just stopped being Jewish
like my Zeide was,
And no one cared enough to shed a tear.


Chorus

    Am                 C             Dm
But many winters went by, and many summers came along,
    Am               F             E
And now my children sit in front of me.
    Dm                F           Am
And who will be the Zeide of my children,
    Dm               F           E
Who will be their Zeide, if not me?
    Dm                F           Am
Who will be the Zaides of our children,
    Dm               F           E
Who will be their Zaides, if not we?

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