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