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OYFN VEG SHTEYT A BOYM
אױפן װעג שטײט א בױם – Shir Al Etz
Oyfn veg shteyt a boym,
Shteyt er ayngeboygn,
Ale feygl funem boym
Zaynen zikh tsefloygn.
Dray keyn mayrev, dray keyn mizrekh,
Un der resht – keyn dorem,
Un dem boym gelozt aleyn
Hefker far dem shturem.
Zog ikh tsu der mamen: -her,
Zolst mir nor nit shtern,
Vel ikh, mame, eyns un tsvey
Bald a foygl vern…
Ikh vel zitsn oyfn boym
Un vel im farvign
Ibern vinter mit a treyst
Mit a sheynem nign.
Zogt di mame: – nite, kind -
Un zi veynt mit trern -
Vest kholile oyfn boym
Mir far froyrn vern.
Zog ikh: -mame, s’iz a shod
Dayne sheyne oygn
Un eyder vos un eyder ven,
Bin ikh mir a foygl.
Veynt di mame: – ltsik, kroyn,
Ze, um gotes viln,
Nem zikh mit a shalikl,
Kenst zikh nokh farkiln.
Di kaloshn tu zikh on,
S’geyt a sharfer vinter
Un di kutshme nem oykh mit -
Vey iz mir un vind mir…
- Un dos vinter-laybl nem,
Tu es on, du shovte,
Oyb du vilst nit zayn keyn gast
Tsvishn ale toyte…
Kh’heyb di fligl, s’iz mir shver,
Tsu fil, tsu fil zakhn,
Hot di mame ongeton
Ir feygele, dem shvakhn.
Kuk ikh troyerik mir arayn
In mayn mames oygn,
S’hot ir libshaft nit gelozt
Vern mir a foygl…
Oyfn veg shteyt a boym,
Shteyt her ayngebogen,
Ale feygl funem boym
Zaynen zikh tsefloygn…
.en translation
ON THE ROAD STANDS A TREE
On the road stands a tree,
it stands bent and deserted,
All the birds of that tree
have flown away.
Turn toward the west, turn toward the east,
And the rest – turn toward the south,
And the tree is left alone
abandoned to the storm.
I say to momma–”Listen,
If you don’t stand in my way,
then, one and two,
I’ll quickly become a bird…
I’ll sit in the tree
And lull it
during the winter and comfort it
With a lovely tune.
And momma says, “No, child,”
And weeps bitter tears -
G-d forbid, in the tree
you might freeze.
So I say, “Momma, it’s a waste
of your lovely eyes,
Because before you know it,
I’ll be a bird.”
And momma cries: – Itzik, my Crown,
As G-d would want,
take a scarf with you,
Lest you catch cold.
“Put on your galoshes,
It will be a severe winter.
And take your fur hat, too.
Woe is me!
“And take your warm underwear,
put it on, foolish child,
Lest you become a guest
among the dead…
I lift my wing, but it’s hard…
Too much, too many things
Has momma put on
her weak little fledgling.
I look sadly straight forward
into my momma’s eyes,
Her love did not allow me
to become a bird…
On the road stands a tree,
it stands bent and deserted,
All the birds of that tree
have flown away.
The Green Grass Grew All Around
Words by William Jerome and melody by Harry Von Tilzer
Video: Barney
Lyrics:
There once was a tree
(There once was a tree)
A pretty little tree
(A pretty little tree)
The prettiest little tree
(The prettiest little tree)
That you ever did see
(That you ever did see)
Oh, the tree in a hole
And the hole in the ground
And the green grass grew all around, all around
And the green grass grew all around
Now on this tree
(Now on this tree)
There was a limb
(There was a limb)
The prettiest little limb
(The prettiest little limb)
That you ever did see
(That you ever did see)
Oh, the limb on the tree,
A and the tree in a hole
And the hole in the ground
And the green grass grew all around, all around
And the green grass grew all around
Now on this limb
(Now on this limb)
There was a branch
(There was a branch)
The prettiest little branch
(The prettiest little branch)
That you ever did see
(That you ever did see)
Oh, the branch on the limb,
And the limb on the tree,
And the tree in a hole
And the hole in the ground
And the green grass grew all around, all around
And the green grass grew all around
Now on this branch
(Now on this branch)
There was a bough
(There was a bough)
The prettiest little bough
(The prettiest little bough)
That you ever did see
(That you ever did see)
Oh, the bough on the branch,
And the branch on the limb,
And the limb on the tree,
and the tree in a hole
And the hole in the ground
And the green grass grew all around, all around
And the green grass grew all around
Now on this bough
(Now on this bough)
There was a twig
(There was a twig)
The prettiest little twig
(The prettiest little twig)
That you ever did see
(That you ever did see)
Oh, the twig on the bough,
And the bough on the branch,
And the branch on the limb,
And the limb on the tree,
and the tree in a hole
And the hole in the ground
And the green grass grew all around, all around
And the green grass grew all around
Now on this twig
(Now on this twig)
There was a leaf
(There was a leaf)
The prettiest little leaf
(The prettiest little leaf)
That you ever did see
(That you ever did see)
Oh, the leaf on the twig,
And the twig on the bough,
And the bough on the branch,
And the branch on the limb,
And the limb on the tree,
and the tree in a hole
And the hole in the ground
And the green grass grew all around, all around
And the green grass grew all around
Now on this leaf
(Now on this leaf)
There was a nest
(There was a nest)
The prettiest little nest
(The prettiest little nest)
That you ever did see
(That you ever did see)
Oh, the nest on the leaf,
And the leaf on the twig,
And the twig on the bough,
And the bough on the branch,
And the branch on the limb,
And the limb on the tree,
and the tree in a hole
And the hole in the ground
And the green grass grew all around, all around
And the green grass grew all around
Now in this nest
(Now in this nest)
There was a bird
(There was a bird)
The prettiest little bird
(The prettiest little bird)
That you ever did see
(That you ever did see)
Oh, the bird in the nest,
And the nest on the leaf,
And the leaf on the twig,
And the twig on the bough,
And the bough on the branch,
And the branch on the limb,
And the limb on the tree,
and the tree in a hole
And the hole in the ground
And the green grass grew all around, all around
And the green grass grew all around
Now on this bird
(Now in this bird)
There was a feather
(There was a feather)
The prettiest little feather
(The prettiest little feather)
That you ever did see
(That you ever did see)
Oh, the feather on the bird,
And the bird in the nest,
And the nest on the leaf,
And the leaf on the twig,
And the twig on the bough,
And the bough on the branch,
And the branch on the limb,
And the limb on the tree,
and the tree in a hole
And the hole in the ground
And the green grass grew all around, all around
And the green grass grew all around
Now on this feather
(Now in this feather)
There was a flea
(There was a flea)
The prettiest little flea
(The prettiest little flea)
That you ever did see
(That you ever did see)
Oh, the flea on the feather,
And the feather on the bird,
And the bird in the nest,
And the nest on the leaf,
And the leaf on the twig,
And the twig on the bough,
And the bough on the branch,
And the branch on the limb,
And the limb on the tree,
and the tree in a hole
And the hole in the ground
And the green grass grew all around, all around
And the green grass grew all around
Windy Tree
Think of the muscles
a tall tree grows
in its leg, in its foot,
in its wide-spread toes -
not to tip over
and fall on its nose
when a wild wind hustles
and tussels and blows.—
Open House
If I were a tree
I’d want to see
a bird with a song
on a branch of me.
I’d want a quick
little squirrel to run
up and down
and around, for fun.
I’d want the cub
of a bear to call,
and a porcupine, big,
and a tree toad, small.
I’d want a katydid
out of sight
on one of my leaves
to sing at night.
And down by my roots
I’d want a mouse
with six little mouselings
in her house.
Trees
Trees just stand around all day
and sun themselves and rest.
They never walk or run away
and surely that is best.
For otherwise how would a
squirrel or robin find its nest?
Fashion Seasons
In Spring I look gay,
Decked in comely array,
In Summer more clothing I wear.
When colder it grows,
I fling off my clothes,
And in winter quite naked appear.
What is it?
Trees
by Harry Behn
Trees are the kindest things I know,
They do no harm, they simply grow
And spread a shade for sleepy cows,
And gather birds among their bows.
They give us fruit in leaves above,
And wood to make our houses of,
And leaves to burn on Halloween
And in the Spring new buds of green.
They are first when day’s begun
To tough the beams of morning sun,
They are the last to hold the light
When evening changes into night.
And when a moon floats on the sky
They hum a drowsy lullaby
Of sleepy children long ago…
Trees are the kindest things I know.
