You, who are on the road,
Must have a code that you can live by.
And so, become yourself
Because the past is just a goodbye.

Teach your children well
Their father's hell did slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
The one they pick's the one you'll know by.

Don't you ever ask them, "Why?"
If they told you, you would cry,
So just look at them and sigh
And know they love you

And you, of tender years
Can't know the fears that your elders grew by.
And so, please help them with your youth
They seek the truth before they can die.

And teach your parents well
Their children's hell will slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams.
The one they pick's the one you'll know by.

Don't you ever ask them, "Why?
If they told you, you would cry
So just look at them and sigh
And know they love you.

Graham Nash


haggadah Section: Hallel