My grandmother believed it That’s why I can see it Despite the strength I know she had She still prayed for those whose job it was To take care of us She still prayed to those whose job it was To take care of us To her, the mystery was the kind of the thing You could see, if you just believed And that it? make it true Pray for those she? yes, she did She’d pray for, yea she did Pray for those she loved But in this day, that tradition made Each generation, doing the same thing over and over Over and over again (yea) Understand, ’til i think of her Doing the things as a young boy, can’t understand Like speaking Yiddish? Seeing my Grandma Walking outside, where the ??? Seeing my Grandma doing things a young boy can’t understand But in this day, that tradition made Each generation, doing the same thing over and over and over Older? Over and over again I can(‘t?)