[00:06.137]Now you who gather joyfully beneath the festive lights
[00:10.445]& warm each other soulfully with all of your delight
[00:14.937]Take not too much comfort in this song
[00:18.804]For what you choose to elevate from what was cast below
[00:23.227]Is but the tidal whimsy of the seas you do not know
[00:27.519]& may well turn asunder before long
[00:31.782]A beauteous sound, a diamond I have found,
[00:38.755]A diamond I have found beneath the snow
[00:45.713]Buried in the ground, 'neat a ruddy mound
[00:52.162]'Neat a ruddy mound where nothing grows
[00:57.632]The guests are almost ready for the dancing to begin
[01:02.069]They've come to toast the wedding between Zion & Berlin
[01:06.294]So raise a glass up to the bride & groom
[01:10.659]But don't confuse the Deutsch & Yiddish, nor the night & day
[01:14.939]& if a Kaddish sounds like Kiddush, bow your head & pray
[01:19.237]We never step upon the glass too soon
[01:23.329]A sheyn gesang, an oytser far a klang,
[01:30.761]An oytser far a klang, vi fun a khupe
[01:38.145]Tsespaltn fun a shverd,
[01:41.460]Bagrobn tif in drerd
[01:44.487]Bagrobn tif in drerd unter der kupe
[02:07.374]So weigh your fortune carefully when prophecy reveals
[02:11.678]That decadence & revelry can undermine your zeal
[02:15.922]& turn the prophecy upon its ear
[02:20.197]For in the dying embers of a century of blood
[02:24.493]Is all we must remember to avoid the coming flood
[02:28.659]Of prophecies we all refuse to hear
[02:49.631]For singing broken melodies to songs in broken tongues
[02:53.804]Cannot erase the memory of bells already rung
[02:57.932]Nor can it unring the ones we hear
[03:01.971]So let the broken birds return upon their painted wings
[03:05.899]& let the broken words be burned unto the songs we sing
[03:09.828]Till every note is new unto our ears
[03:14.542]A beauteous sound, a diamond I have found,
[03:22.157]A diamond I have found beneath the snow
[03:29.429]Buried in the ground, 'neat a ruddy mound
[03:37.212]'Neat a ruddy mound where nothing grows

Now you who gather joyfully beneath the festive lights
& warm each other soulfully with all of your delight
Take not too much comfort in this song
For what you choose to elevate from what was cast below
Is but the tidal whimsy of the seas you do not know
& may well turn asunder before long
A beauteous sound, a diamond I have found,
A diamond I have found beneath the snow
Buried in the ground, 'neat a ruddy mound
'Neat a ruddy mound where nothing grows
The guests are almost ready for the dancing to begin
They've come to toast the wedding between Zion & Berlin
So raise a glass up to the bride & groom
But don't confuse the Deutsch & Yiddish, nor the night & day
& if a Kaddish sounds like Kiddush, bow your head & pray
We never step upon the glass too soon
A sheyn gesang, an oytser far a klang,
An oytser far a klang, vi fun a khupe
Tsespaltn fun a shverd,
Bagrobn tif in drerd
Bagrobn tif in drerd unter der kupe
So weigh your fortune carefully when prophecy reveals
That decadence & revelry can undermine your zeal
& turn the prophecy upon its ear
For in the dying embers of a century of blood
Is all we must remember to avoid the coming flood
Of prophecies we all refuse to hear
For singing broken melodies to songs in broken tongues
Cannot erase the memory of bells already rung
Nor can it unring the ones we hear
So let the broken birds return upon their painted wings
& let the broken words be burned unto the songs we sing
Till every note is new unto our ears
A beauteous sound, a diamond I have found,
A diamond I have found beneath the snow
Buried in the ground, 'neat a ruddy mound
'Neat a ruddy mound where nothing grows