The shiny new silver cup brimming with Pesach wine
The Levi family's Pesach Seder in 1909
The children's shining faces, their father at the table's head
Saying, "listen my dear children, to the words my father said:
"We were slaves in Egypt long ago
G-d took us out saying 'let My people go'
The Torah we received to show us the way
Keep the Torah throughout your days"
Their son used the cup every year just like his father had done
It was a family tradition from father to son
Europe war torn, they headed for the USA
And as Pa**over was slowly forgotten
The cup was tarnished in the buffet
Jonathan Levi was raised in a suburbia dream
He'd never met his great great grandfather
A Seder he'd never seen
He was going through the attic on one of those days of rain
When he found a dented bent old cup that seemed to be in pain
The cup told a story of different times
Of silver antiquity brimming with wine
Of a nation's tradition that for centuries endured
And the words that were said that he'd never heard
"We were slaves in Egypt long ago
G-d took us out saying 'let My people go'
The Torah we received to show us the way
Keep the Torah throughout your days"