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"