LYRIC
TATTE (English)- Yaakov Shwekey- Composed By R’ Menachem Davidowitz, Lyrics By Abie Rotenberg- Leshem Shomayim
By the ancient cave, of Ir Chevron,
You’ll see a man, standing all alone.
As the tears stream down his face,
This is my hope, my request,
Where our forefathers rest.
For our father Avrohom, Aneinu.
Bizchus Yitchok & Yaakov, I beg of you.
And in the Zechus all of the Heiligeh Mamas.
He pours out his soul,
To our Father in Heaven.
CHORUS 1:
Oh my Father, my dear Father,
the anguish of your children knows no end.
reach out to us with your helping hand.
Oh my Father, my dear Father,
how much more can Klal Yisroel take?
remember Chasdei Avos for our sake.
We are your children Avrohom, Yitzchok & Yaakov,
Won’t you carry our prayers to the one above?
As the tears stream down his face,
This is my hope, my request,
Here where our forefathers rest.
CHORUS 2:
Oh my Father, my dear Father,
the anguish of your children knows no end.
reach out to us with your helping hand.
Oh my Father, my dear Father,
how much more can Klal Yisroel take?
remember Chasdei Avos for our sake.
Oh My children, My dear children,
I’ve kept every precious tear,
you’ve ever shed,
You will be redeemed Leolam Voed.
Every heartfelt Tefilla,
Will bring closer the Geulah.
Vezocher Chasdei Avos.