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You think that we all are stuck here You think that we have no choice We work in the sand and muck here But what if we raise our voice? Just trust that our God will save us And we can run far away Where nobody will enslave us So come with me, don’t delay! (Chorus) We’ll cross the sea We’ll cross the sea Life will be better They will get wetter Than you and me Back on this side we’ll...

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Be Our Guest! Be Our Guest! Put our seder to the test! All you have to do is come on in And we’ll provide the rest. Here’s some wine in a cup! Just recline and drink it up! It will be your favorite flavor If it’s Concord grape you favor! Life is sweet!  Life is good! When you’re in our neighborhood! And when you are here Elijah we are blessed! Just park your golden chariot You don’t need a Marriott! Be...

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One morning when Pharaoh woke up in his bed  There were frogs on his bed and frogs on his head  Frogs on his nose and frogs on his toes Frogs here Frogs there Frogs were jumping everywhere.

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Oh listen, oh listen, oh listen king pharaoh Oh listen, oh listen, please let my people go They work so hard all day, They want to go away King Pharoah, King Pharoah, what do you say. No, no, no I will not let them go. No, no, no I will not let them go.

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Bang, bang, bang goes my hammer bang x2 For its work, work, work every day and every night For its work, work, work from the dawn until the night Dig, dig, dig goes your shovel dig x2 For its work, work, work every day and every night For its work, work, work from the dawn until the night

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When Israel was in Egypt Land “Let my people go” Oppressed so hard they could not stand “Let my people go” Go down Moses, Way down in Egypt’s land Tell Old Pharaoh, “Let my people go” Thus said the Lord, bold Moses said, “Let my people go” If not I’ll smite your first born dead, “Let my people go” Go down Moses, Way down in Egypt’s land Tell Old Pharaoh, “Let my people go” No more shall they in bondage toil,...

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Goodbye, goodbye, Mitzrayim Mitzrayim, Mitzrayim, goodbye We’re sick of building the pyramids Losing our first born kids So Mitzrayim, goodbye! To us and our good fortune! To Moses and to Adonai! Say adios fo the overseer We’re getting out of here So Mitzrayim Goodbye! God told Moses, There’s a simple message That the Pharaoh really needs to know. Take your rod and take your brother Aaron Tell the Pharaoh, “Let my people go”. To us and our good fortune! To Moses...

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Do you hear the doorbell ring, And it's a little after ten? It can only be Elijah Come to take a sip again. He is feeling pretty fine But in his head a screw is loose. So perhaps instead of wine We should only give him juice.

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Erev Pesah 1943.   The battle of the Warsaw Ghetto started on the first night of Pesah.  For twenty-eight shattering days, while the world watched in silence, a handful of men, women and children pitted their fragility against the massed might of the Nazi war machine.  Although the flames have long been extinguished, the embers still smolder.  For Pharaohs come and Pharaohs go: the Sennaracheribs, the Belshazzars, the Hamans.  But the Freedom Fighters of the Ghetto will live forever, fiery testimony to...

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Rumi, the Persian poet of the soul, understands the meaning of love in this way:             Your task is not to seek love             But merely to seek and find all the barriers             That you have built against it.             The same can be said of freedom; we build barriers against it, barriers born of fear-fear of death, fear of not having enough, fear of not being enough, fear of being happy. An antidote to these fears is gratefulness; when we cultivate our awareness...

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The Jews of Ethiopia strongly identify with the story of Passover. In 1985, they had an exodus of their own, where they took almost 8,000 Jews from Sudan to Israel. They commemorate this by breaking all of their dished and making new ones. This symbolizes breaking from the past and starting over. Some Ethiopian Jews have no Haggadahs so they read about the Pesach story directly from the Torah. They make their own matzahs from chickpea flour. On the morning of...

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“To ensure that the opening invitation of the Haggadah was understood by all, the text began not in Hebrew, but in Aramaic, the everyday language of our ancestors. Later, our medieval sages urged that the Seder be conducted in the language of the participants, since comprehension of the text is vital. The Seder is, above all, a story. Our story. It belongs to all of us. In New York and Paris, Casablanca and Jerusalem, wherever Jews are Jews, we perform the...

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אַדִיר בִּמְלוּכָה, בָּחוּר כַּהֲלָכָה, גְּדוּדָיו יֹאמְרוּ לוֹ:  לְךָ וּלְךָ, לְךָ כִּי לְךָ, לְךָ אַף לְךָ, לְךָ יי הַמַּמְלָכָה, כִּי לוֹ נָאֵֶה, כִּי לוֹ יָאֶה.  דָּגוּל בִּמְלוּכָה, הָדוּר כַּהֲלָכָה, וָתִיקָיו יֹאמְרוּ לוֹ:  לְךָ וּלְךָ, לְךָ כִּי לְךָ, לְךָ אַף לְךָ, לְךָ יי הַמַּמְלָכָה, כִּי לוֹ נָאֵֶה, כִּי לוֹ יָאֶה.  זַכַּאי בִּמְלוּכָה, חָסִין כַּהֲלָכָה טַפְסְרָיו יֹאמְרוּ לוֹ:  לְךָ וּלְךָ, לְךָ כִּי לְךָ, לְךָ אַף לְךָ, לְךָ יי הַמַּמְלָכָה, כִּי לוֹ נָאֵֶה, כִּי לוֹ יָאֶה.  יָחִיד בִּמְלוּכָה, כַּבִּיר כַּהֲלָכָה לִמוּדָיו יֹאמְרוּ לוֹ:  לְךָ וּלְךָ,...

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חַד גַדְיָא  חַד גַּדְיָא חַד גַּדְיָא דְּזַבִּין אַבָּא בִּתְרֵי זוּזֵי חַד גַּדְיָא, חַד גַּדְיָא וְאָתָא שׁוּנְרָא, וְאָכְלָה לְגַּדְיָא דְּזַבִּין אַבָּא בִּתְרֵי זוּזֵי חַד גַּדְיָא, חַד גַּדְיָא וְאָתָא כַלְבָּא ,וְנָשַׁךְ לְשׁוּנְרָא, דְּאָכְלָה לְגַּדְיָא דְּזַבִּין אַבָּא בִּתְרֵי זוּזֵי חַד גַּדְיָא, חַד גַּדְיָא וְאָתָא חוּטְרָא, וְהִכָּה לְכַלְבָּא דְּנָשַׁךְ לְשׁוּנְרָא, דְּאָכְלָה לְגַּדְיָא דְּזַבִּין אַבָּא בִּתְרֵי זוּזֵי חַד גַּדְיָא, חַד גַּדְיָא וְאָתָא נוּרָא, וְשָׂרַף לְחוּטְרָא דְּהִכָּה לְכַלְבָּא ,דְּנָשַׁךְ לְשׁוּנְרָא, דְּאָכְלָה לְגַּדְיָא דְּזַבִּין אַבָּא בִּתְרֵי זוּזֵי חַד גַּדְיָא, חַד גַּדְיָא וְאָתָא מַיָּא, וְכָבָה לְנוּרָא דְּשָׂרַף לְחוּטְרָא ,דְּהִכָּה...

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Isidor I. Rabi, the Nobel laureate in physics was once asked, ''Why did you become a scientist, rather than a doctor or lawyer or businessman, like the other immigrant kids in your neighborhood?'' Dr. Rabi's answer was profound: ''My mother made me a scientist without ever intending it. Every other Jewish mother in Brooklyn would ask her child after school: 'So? Did you learn anything today?' But not my mother. She always asked me a different question. 'Izzy,' she would say,...