Lyrics:
Early days of younger years,
Full of childrens’ joys and fears,
Whether school or home,
always felt alone,
In a way,
what’s a child to do?
Days and months went rushing by,
Bar Mitzvah in a suit and tie,
And my loss still there,
much too deep to share,
In a way,
what’s a child to do?
But I know,
you were there the whole time,
Looking down,
from a window in heaven,
And your touch,
like the gentlest breeze,
Saying, I will remember you son
Even though
you could not shake my hand,
You looked down
from a window in heaven,
And your touch,
like the whisper of wings,
Saying, I will be there for you son,
in a way
Milestones of life flew by,
Couldn’t help but wonder why,
You had to go away,
I never heard you say, “oh my son”,
What’s a child to do?
At the Chupa we stood as one,
Being watched by everyone,
And the tears that flow,
both joy and sorrow,
For the One,
who’s not here with me now
But I know,
you were there the whole time,
Through each step
you were guiding me forward,
And your touch,
like a breath of fresh air,
Saying, I’ll always love you my son
Even though
you could not walk me down,
I could tell
you were standing beside me,
And your touch,
like the wisdom of old,
Saying, I am so proud of you son,
in a way
Now I hold him tenderly,
My baby son, for all to see,
I am overcome,
by my actions done, today
What’s a child to do?
My son will bear your name with pride,
Holding Zeide’s torch inside,
And the part of me,
which was so empty,
Is now full,
as I reach out to you
And I know
you were there the whole time,
Looking down,
from your place in Shomayim,
And your touch,
like a magical spell,
Is embracing me tightly right now
Even though
he was not on your knees,
You were here,
on a visit from heaven,
And your touch,
Like the sweetest of wine;