Our tale to tell, both happy and sad,
like all great lore, some good, some bad
On our table the symbols abound
you needn't look far, they're all around
Look on your plate, for parsley green
a sign of Spring when it is seen.
And somewhere near there is salt water,
tears of slavery, hard work with mortar
And so together, we now recall
the green around, the tears that fall.
Ba-ruch A-tah A-do-nai, E-lo-hei-nu Me-lech Ha-o-lam,
Bo-rei pe-ree ha-a-da-mah.