Mother
How they play
Finding treasure in the sand
They're forever hand in hand
Our children
Tateh
How they laugh
She has never laughed like this
Mother
Every waking moment, bliss
Both
Our children
Tateh
See them running down the beach
Children run so fast...
Mother
Toward the future...
Tateh
From the past
Mother
How they dance
Unembarra**ed and alone
Both
Hearing music of their own, Our children
Tateh
One so fair
Mother
And the other, lithe and dark
Both
Solemn 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
And forever, hand in hand
Our children
Two small lives
Silhouetted by the blue
One like me
And one like you
Our children
Our children
Mother
Well
Tateh
You say that often. "Well"
Mother
It's because I don't know what to say, Baron
Tateh
I'm 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 and 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
Mother
Now I know even less what to say
Tateh
Now it's my turn: Well
Mother
Thank you for your confidence. I shall keep it here