Artist & Tune
About the Song
Translation(s)
In the temple, in the corner of a chamber,
The widow The Daughter of Zion is sitting all alone.
As she rocks her only son Yidele to sleep,
She sings him a pretty song, a lullaby.
"Under Yidele's cradle, there stands a snow-white kid
that has been to market.
It will be your calling, too -
Trading in raisins and almonds,
And now sleep, Yidele, sleep.
In this pretty lullaby, my child, there lie many prophecies.
Some day you'll be wandering in the wide world -
You will choose to be a tradesman,
And you'll be trading and earning a lot of money.
CHORUS
When you grow rich, Yidele,
you will recall this pretty song about raisins and almonds.
It will be your calling - Yidele will be trading in all wares.
Sleep, then, Yidele, sleep!
A time will come of stocks and bonds,
There will be offices in the whole world.
You will be the greatest banker of them all,
And you will earn a lot of money.
A time will come of railroads,
They'll cover the whole world,
You will unhitch their iron wagons,
And you will earn a lot of money.