We had a sefer Torah written and are dedicating it today. I remembered this song and the impact it had on me as a child. Perhaps it even planted a seed that is blossoming today. Thank you for your moving rendition!
Stanislas, I'm so happy you've decided to sing this song. Your approach to it is right on: so touching and so beautiful. Almost like a rock-ballade! I love that "rounded up the Jews" part - very cool. And your voice in this tune is now stuck in my head. Thank you so much for sharing this amazing song.As usual, awesome singing!
What a beautiful song with an important message! I teach a class called Shira at our synagogue, and will be using this in my Simchat Torah curriculum tomorrow. Thank you so much for this wonderful piece!
Here are the lyrics: I was made way back in 1842, By a humble man, a real G-d fearing Jew. Who did his work with honesty, feeling and with pride, He was known in Kiev as Yankele the Scribe. With loving care, his hand so sure and still, He formed me with some parchment, ink and quill. Each day he'd slowly add to me just a few more lines, With words to last until the end of time. And on the day that I was finally complete, The whole town came and filled the narrow street. And they sang and danced and held me high and carried me away, To the little wooden Shul where I would stay. And as the Rabbi held me close against his chest, He spoke out loud and clear to all the rest. He said, "No matter if you're very young, or even if you're old, Live by the words you'll find inside this scroll." Three days a week they read from me out loud, It filled my soul with joy, it made me proud. They followed each and every verse with fire in their eyes, The words that told them how to live their lives. I watched the generations come and go, I saw the old men die, the children grow. But never in a century, did I miss my turn once, For the fathers, they had left me with their sons. But the hatred from the west came to Kiev, And they rounded up the Jews who had not fled, But Moishele the Shammos, he was brave and he was bold, He hid me in his cellar, dark and cold. And for years and years I waited all alone, For the people of my town to take me home, And they'd sing and dance and hold me high when they carried me away, To my little wooden shul where I would stay. But it was someone else who found my hiding place, And to America he sent me in a crate. And the men who took me off the boat, they said I was a prize. But they were Jews I did not recognize. And in a case of glass they put me on display, Where visitors would look at me and say, "How very nice, how beautiful, a stunning work of art, " But they knew not what was inside my heart. And across the room I saw upon the shelf, Some old friends of mine who lived back in Kiev. A silver pair of candlesticks, a menorah made of brass, We'd all become mere echoes of the past. So if you hear my voice, why don't you come along, And take me to the place where I belong, And maybe even sing and dance when you carry me away, To some little wooden shul where I could stay. And as the Rabbi holds me close against his chest, He'll speak out loud and clear to all the rest. He'll say, "No matter if you're very young, or even if you're old, Live by the words you'll find inside this scroll." Live by the words you'll find inside my soul. The chords I’ve never had. Played by the ear.
The song is absolutely perfect but I can hear some Freddie Mercury influence am I right? It feels like Freddie but a slightly different tone of vocal…❤
IMHO I believe you that allah would not be happy to witness a woman using internet! Because she might find many disappointing and harmful matters here! -"no wife .nor children"? Seriously? What does that mean? And what was before 7th century (Before your prophet was born. Because he was born 600 years after the founding of Christianity And over 2,200 years after Jewish history begins)? Final question for you Najah: Do you condemn the views of Hamas and Hezbollah? Yes or No?
Still listening 2023🇵🇭
Tears rolling down my face. Blessed song and artists. Blessings and love from Australia
From a Christian, with love and prayers for my Jewish brethren.
This song literally made me cry so beautiful am yisroel chai!
Really beautiful song, makes me want to shed a tear, This song should be a Classic. It has so much emotion, it makes you really feel the words.
I am an American of Russian Jewish decent. This song has touched my soul and my heart.
The STRUGGLE gos on and on when WILL it END THE SONG IS A REAL STORY
We had a sefer Torah written and are dedicating it today. I remembered this song and the impact it had on me as a child. Perhaps it even planted a seed that is blossoming today. Thank you for your moving rendition!
I am speechless. This is so beautiful. What a touching song and so beautifully sung. A song from the Torah's perspective, so unique and mesmerizing.
Thank you Ilysia!))
What a beautiful song, very inspiring, loved it, made me sad
Yes, I agree, he is outstanding.
Потрясающе... я уже несколько раз слушала... и всегда со слезами...хоть я другой религии... очень сильно
Stanislas, I'm so happy you've decided to sing this song. Your approach to it is right on: so touching and so beautiful. Almost like a rock-ballade! I love that "rounded up the Jews" part - very cool. And your voice in this tune is now stuck in my head. Thank you so much for sharing this amazing song.As usual, awesome singing!
Beautiful and touching song and singing.
What a beautiful song with an important message! I teach a class called Shira at our synagogue, and will be using this in my Simchat Torah curriculum tomorrow. Thank you so much for this wonderful piece!
🔥😔🤙❤️☝️🥰🔥
wow! what a beautiful song!
Baruch Hashem YAH!
Thanks a lot! Amazing!
awe inspiring
Awesome voice wonderful song wonderfully sung.
that was beautiful
Спасибо.
Can you please post the chords and lyrics
Here are the lyrics: I was made way back in 1842,
By a humble man, a real G-d fearing Jew.
Who did his work with honesty, feeling and with pride,
He was known in Kiev as Yankele the Scribe.
With loving care, his hand so sure and still,
He formed me with some parchment, ink and quill.
Each day he'd slowly add to me just a few more lines,
With words to last until the end of time.
And on the day that I was finally complete,
The whole town came and filled the narrow street.
And they sang and danced and held me high and carried me away,
To the little wooden Shul where I would stay.
And as the Rabbi held me close against his chest,
He spoke out loud and clear to all the rest.
He said, "No matter if you're very young, or even if you're old,
Live by the words you'll find inside this scroll."
Three days a week they read from me out loud,
It filled my soul with joy, it made me proud.
They followed each and every verse with fire in their eyes,
The words that told them how to live their lives.
I watched the generations come and go,
I saw the old men die, the children grow.
But never in a century, did I miss my turn once,
For the fathers, they had left me with their sons.
But the hatred from the west came to Kiev,
And they rounded up the Jews who had not fled,
But Moishele the Shammos, he was brave and he was bold,
He hid me in his cellar, dark and cold.
And for years and years I waited all alone,
For the people of my town to take me home,
And they'd sing and dance and hold me high when they carried me away,
To my little wooden shul where I would stay.
But it was someone else who found my hiding place,
And to America he sent me in a crate.
And the men who took me off the boat, they said I was a prize.
But they were Jews I did not recognize.
And in a case of glass they put me on display,
Where visitors would look at me and say,
"How very nice, how beautiful, a stunning work of art, "
But they knew not what was inside my heart.
And across the room I saw upon the shelf,
Some old friends of mine who lived back in Kiev.
A silver pair of candlesticks, a menorah made of brass,
We'd all become mere echoes of the past.
So if you hear my voice, why don't you come along,
And take me to the place where I belong,
And maybe even sing and dance when you carry me away,
To some little wooden shul where I could stay.
And as the Rabbi holds me close against his chest,
He'll speak out loud and clear to all the rest.
He'll say, "No matter if you're very young, or even if you're old,
Live by the words you'll find inside this scroll."
Live by the words you'll find inside my soul. The chords I’ve never had. Played by the ear.
my name is Torah
Please share how you came to sing this wonderful song. How did you find it? Is there a story behind it? I love it!!!
One comment said this is a real story. Do you know which museum has the Torah scroll from Kiev?
Для русcкоязычных зрителей я сделал русские captions.
Просто кликните "cc" и выберите Russian
The song is absolutely perfect but I can hear some Freddie Mercury influence am I right? It feels like Freddie but a slightly different tone of vocal…❤
I’m a granny can I fit in the social
I’m sorry but didn’t understand the question.
Allah is one and only .no wife .nor children .allah is our god.
Najah Kraiker yeshua jesus is the way the truth and the life . The jewish people are and will always be his chosen people
IMHO I believe you that allah would not be happy to witness a woman using internet! Because she might find many disappointing and harmful matters here!
-"no wife .nor children"? Seriously? What does that mean?
And what was before 7th century (Before your prophet was born. Because he was born 600 years after the founding of Christianity And over 2,200 years after Jewish history begins)?
Final question for you Najah:
Do you condemn the views of Hamas and Hezbollah? Yes or No?
Awesome voice wonderful song wonderfully sung.