LYRIC
RAV SHMUEL & THE MYRTLE TWIG- Sung & Composed By Country Yossi- Ride Again
We learn in the Gemara
That a long, long time ago
There lived a Tzaddik Rav Shmuel
Who always used to go
To every wedding in his town
With a myrtle twig held high
And he stood before the kallah
With a twinkle in his eye.
Then, he would shake that little twig
And wave it, to and fro
And he would prance a silly dance
And put on quite a show.
The happy kallah laughed with joy
Till tears streamed from her eyes
And the sound of her sweet laughter
Went soaring to the skies.
Oh, how he danced
With holiness and grace
Singing כַּלָּה נָאָה וַחֲסוּדָה
With a smile upon his face.
Oh, how he pranced
With that little twig in his hand
It was quite a sight how he danced that night
To the music of the band.
But not everyone was happy
Reb Zeira wore a frown
He felt it wasn’t proper
That he acted liked a clown.
Rav Shmuel was a gadol
Oh, the biggest of the big
And it wasn’t Kavod Hatorah
To be dancing with a twig.
But Reb Shmuel wouldn’t stop
He danced for many years
And it is said that when he died
All cried bitter tears
And all those kallahs came to mourn
The man who made them smile.
Yes, thousands joined the growing line
That stretched for many miles.
As they remembered…
Oh, how he danced
With holiness and grace
Singing כַּלָּה נָאָה וַחֲסוּדָה
With a smile upon his face.
Oh, how he pranced
With that little twig in his hand
It was quite a sight how he danced that night
To the music of the band.
But as they poured into his grave
Thunder rumbled loud
As lightening split the darkened sky
A hush fell on the crowd.
Suddenly from high above
A twig of fire came down
And danced above his Aron
Like a blazing golden crown.
Oh, how it danced
With holiness and grace
As his soul rose higher that heavenly fire
Shone upon his face.
Oh, how it glowed
That myrtle twig made of gold
And it danced, we’re told
Until his soul returned to the holiest place.
Reb Zeira’s eyes filled up with tears
At last, he understood
That everything Reb Shmuel did
Was holy, pure and good
So dance before the kallah
Oh, whenever you get the chance
For up in Shomayim, Reb Shmuel is smilin’
As he watches you dance.
Oh, how he danced
With holiness and grace
Singing כַּלָּה נָאָה וַחֲסוּדָה
With a smile upon his face.
Oh, how it glowed
That myrtle twig made of gold
And it’s a segulah to bring the Geulah
Whenever his story is told.
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And it’s a segulah to bring the Geulah
Whenever his story is told.