THE LITTLE SIDDUR- Sung & Composed By Abie Rotenberg- My Siddur (Uncle Moishy)

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In a bedroom painted blue
on a corner of a shelf
there sits a little Siddur
and it whispers to itself,
how it’s never been forgotten
it’s loved and cherished well
and if somehow we could hear him
this story he would tell.

Dovid was a boy of 5, in 1929
he held his Siddur proudly
of leather, soft and fine
a present from his Zaidy
he now was a big boy,
he opened it and davened
his heart so full of joy,
he opened it and davened
his heart so full of joy.
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CHORUS:
And he had his little Siddur to remind him
that no matter where he was, he was a Jew,
and he’d look inside and read the Shema Yisrael
guiding him in everything he’d do,
guiding him in everything he’d do.
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The years flew by so swiftly
as Little Dovid grew
he used his Siddur daily
and treasured it like new,
and when he turned Bar Mitzvah
he clutched it in his hands
no more a boy- his tefilos
were now those of a man.

He davened at the Amud
for everyone to hear
his eyes read from his Siddur
his voice ran loud and clear,
and on the day he married
he showed it to his wife,
and asked Hashem to bless them
as they started their new life,
and asked Hashem to bless them
as they started their new life.
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CHORUS:
And he had his little Siddur to remind him
that no matter where he was, he was a Jew,
and he’d look inside and read the Shema Yisrael
guiding him in everything he’d do,
guiding him in everything he’d do.
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Dovid watched his children grow
the pride showed in his eyes
he prayed that they’d be healthy
good-hearted and wise,
and reading from its pages
his voice sincere and strong
David asked the One Above
that they’d choose right from wrong.

In all the years that followed
he knew he could depend
upon his small companion
to be there as his friend,
to praise Hashem in times of joy
with most exquisite prayer,
and gather all his teardrops
in moments of despair,
and gather all his teardrops
in moments of despair.
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CHORUS:
And he had his little Siddur to remind him
that no matter where he was, he was a Jew,
and he’d look inside and read the Shema Yisrael
guiding him in everything he’d do,
guiding him in everything he’d do.
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As the Sandek at his grandson’s Bris
radiant and proud
Dovid stroked the baby’s cheek
and said to him out loud,
“You’re a son of Klal Yisrael-
be proud to be a Jew.
And when you learn the Alef Beis
my treasure goes to you”.

Shmuli is a boy of 5
with bright blue eyes that shine
he holds his Siddur proudly
of leather, soft and fine,
a present from his Zaidy
he now is a big boy,
he opens it and davens
his heart so full of joy,
he opens it and davens
his heart so full of joy.
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CHORUS:
And he had his little Siddur to remind him
that no matter where he is, he is a Jew,
and he’ll look inside and read the Shema Yisrael
guiding him in everything he’ll do,
guiding him in everything he’ll do.
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