A Bisl Libe, Und a Bisele Glik

Joseph Rumshinsky

Molly Picon

Yiddish Lyrics

Ven ikh ben geven a kind
Gedenk ikh punkt vi a tzind
Geven iz mir da-moltst gut
Gevust hob ikh dan fun kayn zorg nit
Ven ikh bin gevorn groys,
Ikh bin in der velt aroys.
Gezen vi mentchn zey zaynen farshtelt,
Gevorn iz mir fintster mayn velt.

A bisl libe un a bisele glik,
Di zun zol shaynen
Nor oyf eyn oygnblik
Ven ikh zol kenen in mayn
Hartz arayn Brengen zonnenshayn
oyf eyn minit

A bisl libe un a bisele glik
Di zun zol shaynen
Nor oyf eyn oygnblik
Der liber Got hot yedn gegebn
Azoy fil glik in lebn
Nor mir keyn zakh nit.

Translation

When I was a little child,
I still can recall the time,
Ah, those were the good old days.
I knew not a care nor a worry.

When I was at last full grown
I wandered the world around
Seeing how people are hollow and false,
My world was a darker place.

A little love, and just a little bit of luck,
The sun shall shine
Just a little bit
When in my heart the rain is
Falling down,
Bring the sun around a minute, please.

A little love, and just a little bit of luck,
The sun shall shine
just a little bit
To every one our dear lord has given
A bit of luck in living,
Don't deny me mine.

clip here from Rebecca West's <a href=http://www.west.net/~rbecwave/ABislL

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Added August 16th, 2000