Please note: In the chorus for Crystal Citadel,"deidel" is pronounced DYE-dull.)
I found the faded photograph
Buried 'neath years of memories
In a suitcase made of dust.
Who was this young mother
Clutching her sleeping babe?
Skin of ivory, innocent eyes
Delicate mouth smiling on her child
Dark braids circled her head.
Fragile as glass she seemed
Clinging,
Clinging,
Clinging to the edge of a shelf.
[CHORUS]
Dye deidel deidel deidel dye
Dye deidel deidel dum dye
Dye deidel deidel deidel dye
Dye deidel deidel dum dye
Who were you? I ask
Frail and gentle woman
Lady of leisure perhaps?
Who kept and served you,
Tended to your needs?
Turned over, writing appears
Mystery in Hebrew script
"Grandmother, who's this?"
Her name was Rachel
My Grandfather's sister.
Her story echoes still
In our family corridors
She buried many an infant
And raised seven more
Thanking Heaven
Thanking Heaven
Thanking Heaven for them all.
[CHORUS]
Dye deidel deidel deidel dye
Dye deidel deidel dum dye
Dye deidel deidel deidel dye
Dye deidel deidel dum dye
She secreted her children
From soldiers in the street,
Shipped them to their freedom
Saw her husband wither away
And survived a barbed-wire world.
Eyes glowing with courage
Mouth set firm and strong
You were not a top-shelf figurine.
I misinterpreted the cover
And neglected,
And neglected,
And neglected to read the story.
[CHORUS]
Dye deidel deidel deidel dye
Dye deidel deidel dum dye
Dye deidel deidel deidel dye
Dye deidel deidel dum dye
Dye deidel deidel dum dye.
Last revision: May 7, 2003.
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