Lulei Soiroscho- Abie Rotenberg
Journeys Volume 3

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He sits late at night in the soft candlelight
As it cast its warm glow on the pages
And the words that he sees, are the secret the key
That has kept us alive through the ages

Why does he cherish the wisdom of old
And delight in its study each day
He knows only Torah can nourish his soul
Come listen and hear what he says

Vos Zogt Beis Hillel, Vos Meint Beis Shammai
Rovo Farvos Halts Du Nit Vi Abaye
Torah without you I surely would die
Lulei Soiroscho, Sha'ashuay

Vos Klert Ravina, Vos Tracht Rav Ashi
Pshat Ken Min Treffen In Hellige Rashi
Torah you've given my spirit to me
Ki Vom, Ki Vom, Chiyisoni

As a nation in flight, we endured the worlds spite
And the sight of our precious books burning
We ignored our grief, to the world's disbelief
And never, no never stopped learning

Why does he cherish the wisdom of old
And delight in its study each day
He knows only Torah can nourish his soul
Come listen and hear what he says

Maskif Rav Chisda, Aisivay Rav Poppo
Zay Vu Der Rambam Firt Ois P’sak Halocho
Torah without you I surely would die
Lulei Soiroscho, Sha'ashuay

A Rishion’s A Kasha, An Acharoin’s A Svore
Chochmas Haboiray, Vos Ligt In Gemoro
Torah you've given my spirit to me
Ki Vom, Ki Vom, Chiyisoni

And now we remain, with our faith yet sustained
By our passion and love for this treasure
It's our link with Sinai. and our father on high
So we'll keep on learning forever, forever, forever, forever

Lulei Soiroscho, Sha'ashuay, Lulei Soiroscho, Sha'ashuay
Oz Ovadeti V'onyi, Oz Ovadeti V'onyi
L’olam Lo Eshkach Pikudecho, L’olam Lo Eshkach Pikudecho
Ki Vom, Ki Vom Chiyisoni, Ki Vom, Ki Vom Chiyisoni

The Shadchan - Abie Rotenberg
Journeys Volume 1

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I was driving up the turnpike, to New York, and my '67 Buick had seen better days
With my hat & jacket tossed upon the backseat, and a Sefer on the dashboard, that would look real fine

'Cause the Shadchan said, "This time it would be different." I'd heard those words so many times before. "But the family's nice", or "believe me, this one's special", I said "All right, but only just once more"

I could hear the awkward words that would soon be said, when we met one another for the first time.
And the feeling would be there that when we walked outside, of hopeful eyes staring from the window.
The man inside the tollbooth said "Oh, it's you again", I felt like turning back right then and there.
And as I crossed the bridge, I wondered what we'd do – a lounge, a walk or maybe just the living room.

'Cause the Shadchan said, "This time it would be different." I'd heard those words so many times before. "But the family's nice", or "believe me, this one's special", I said "All right, but only just once more"

I wondered what the problems would be this time.
Which one would say it was not meant to be.
And the nagging thoughts would start to cross my mind.
Would I ever find the one that's right for me?
And in the morning, I would have to talk to mom and dad, tell them what went wrong, but that don't get me scared.
It's that Shadchan callin' up, and saying one more time, "I've got another one, I'm sure it's Bashert".

I'm still driving up the turnpike to New York, and my '67 Buick still had better days.
But the drive, it's not as lonely as it used to be. 'cause I got my wife and seven kids along with me.
And every now and then my wife tells me go make a call, to some young man who wants to settle down.
And I tell him all about Middos and personality, and the ten best places that there are in town.

And I say to him "This time it will be different", he says to me "I've heard those words before."
"But the family's nice, or believe me, this one's special," he says "all right", oh, he says "all right, but only just once more".