From his block of rolling lawns and fancy cars
He was so proud that he'd come so far
With the greatest of ease, he moved through high society
That grocer’s boy from the city streets
He was so proud that he'd come so far
With the greatest of ease, he moved through high society
That grocer’s boy from the city streets
Well he’d long since gone and changed his name
It was the only way that he could play the game
With the neighbors like the Richardsons, the Williams and the Jones,
It was the only way that he could play the game
With the neighbors like the Richardsons, the Williams and the Jones,
What could he do with
a name like Cohen
But he had one memory,
Yes his father he did see
Lighting colored candles on the window sill
Eight days a year he'd light
Another candle every night
It lingered in his memory still
In December came home from school his little girl called Sue
She held a picture of an x-mas tree she drew
All the kids in my class have one she said with a tear,
And could we have one in our home this year
He didn't know what to do
With his little daughter Sue
Although her desires he wished to fulfill
"My dear Sue listen to me,
There's something better than a tree,
It lingers in my memory still"
The next day he came home from work with a menorah in his hand
His dear wife said to him "Joe! I just don’t understand,
We've worked so hard to get to where we are today,
And now what will we do? What will the neighbors say?
But he light those candles anyway, yes there were 5 that night
And from his window to the street glowed the candle light
They were burning for an hour maybe a little more
When suddenly Mr. Richardson stood there by the door
He said would it be ok if a word to you I’d say
There's something about those candles you must know
Yes they bring back memories, of my father I still see
As he light those candles many years ago
He stepped outside on that night and boy was he surprised!
He couldn't believe what he saw he couldn't believe his eyes
From all the houses on the block glowed candle light
From their window sills and out unto the night
Yes they had one memory
Yes their father's they did see
Lighting colored candles on the window sill
Eight days a year they'd light
Another candle every night
It lingered in their memory still
But he had one memory,
Yes his father he did see
Lighting colored candles on the window sill
Eight days a year he'd light
Another candle every night
It lingered in his memory still
In December came home from school his little girl called Sue
She held a picture of an x-mas tree she drew
All the kids in my class have one she said with a tear,
And could we have one in our home this year
He didn't know what to do
With his little daughter Sue
Although her desires he wished to fulfill
"My dear Sue listen to me,
There's something better than a tree,
It lingers in my memory still"
The next day he came home from work with a menorah in his hand
His dear wife said to him "Joe! I just don’t understand,
We've worked so hard to get to where we are today,
And now what will we do? What will the neighbors say?
But he light those candles anyway, yes there were 5 that night
And from his window to the street glowed the candle light
They were burning for an hour maybe a little more
When suddenly Mr. Richardson stood there by the door
He said would it be ok if a word to you I’d say
There's something about those candles you must know
Yes they bring back memories, of my father I still see
As he light those candles many years ago
He stepped outside on that night and boy was he surprised!
He couldn't believe what he saw he couldn't believe his eyes
From all the houses on the block glowed candle light
From their window sills and out unto the night
Yes they had one memory
Yes their father's they did see
Lighting colored candles on the window sill
Eight days a year they'd light
Another candle every night
It lingered in their memory still
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