Avosi

A rare moment in time, I find I'm alone

My vision becomes clear, the world's on display

Sunshine streaming through the windows of my home

Just an ordinary day, yet it takes my breath away.

 

What did I do to deserve what I've been given,

I'm not a tzadekus*, not even near

I'm so very grateful for the life I've been living

My family and friends are what I hold dear.

 

Well it must have been it could only be

The merit of those who preceded me

B'schus avosi, b'schus avosi.**

 

A child of light, with a soul of flame

a fire's been burning, all of my days

It used to exist as heat with no name

Now it tempers my life in it's blaze.

 

What did I do to deserve what I've been given,

I'm not a tzadekus*, not even near

I'm so very grateful for the life I've been living

My family and friends are what I hold dear.

 

Well it must have been it could only be

The merit of those who preceded me

B'schus avosi, b'schus avosi.**

 

A calendar hangs near the clock on the wall

the pages keep changing, the hands won't hold still

some are grown, some are gone, we who once were so small but there's no empty space, that the young ones won't fill

 

What did I do to deserve what I've been given,

I'm not a tzadekus*, not even near

I'm so very grateful for the life I've been living

My family and friends are what I hold dear.

 

Well it must have been it could only be

The merit of those who preceded me

B'schus avosi, b'schus avosi.**

 

*Tzdekus = righteous woman

**B'schus avosi = in the merit of my forebearers

A Music Lovin Girl from New Orleans

Some say we are so different in our ways

But I surely give that myth a lie

Those Klezmer musicians from the old country I recall

Would feel right at home in the preservation jazz hall

Well I’m free to jam and tell you who I am

 

I’m a Jewish girl from New Orleans

I grew up in the music scene

With everybody playin all around

 With that 2nd line New Orleans swingin sound, I really love that swingin sound

 

I’m an Eastern European Jew

who can play a blue note right on cue

I got a honky-tonk rhythm right down to me feet

 And if a trombone’s playin well I think it’s a treat, yes a brass band is pretty neat

 

You may think that I’m all shy and demur, well , you’d be right yes that’s for sure

But covered from my neck to my knees

I love to hear those old time harmonies

 

My mama she danced with a parasol

Whenever she heard that music call

From way back in my family

It’s a part of my history, music is a part of our history

 

You could see my daddy’s tappin feet

In his hat store down on Rampart street

And brother’s in the marching band

with their French horn and Saxaphone in hand

During Mardi Gras they were really in demand

 

I’m a music lovin Jewish girl

A product of two different words

With a jazz band playin and klezmer is playin

I’m a music lovin girl from down in New Orleans

I’m a music lovin girl from down in New Orleans

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