Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Many And The Few, artist - Woody Guthrie. Album song Hard Travelin', The Asch Recordings, Vol. 3, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 05.11.2019
Record label: Limitless Int
Song language: English
The Many And The Few |
My name is King Cyrus, my order I give |
You Jews can go back to your home |
To build your holy temple again |
In the land of Palestine |
We’ve sung and danced o’er the hot rocky roads |
Back to Eretz Yisroel’s land |
We worked with plow and rake and hoe |
And we blessed the works of our hands |
My name is Ezra the Teacher man |
I brought my scroll book along |
I brought my flock to Yisroel |
From that land called Babylon |
I’ll read you my Talmud Torah book |
And the prophet’s dreams to you |
And you’ll be fertile and multiply |
If you keep your Torah true |
My name is Alexander the Great |
More than half of this wide world is mine |
Come stand around, my servants all |
I’m wrapped on my bed here to die |
As the King of Syria and Palestine |
Antiochus the Fourth, you’ll stand |
To kill the Jews if they refuse |
To worship our idols and gods |
My name is Hannah, my first born son |
Now stands before this king |
Guilty of keeping the Sabbath laws |
By the soldiers I see him slain |
It’s one by one my seven sons |
In front of my eyes cut down |
For keeping to the Torah laws |
I pay with my warm blood now |
My name is Mattathias, I’ve got five sons |
In Modin City we dwell |
They tried to make me bow down to their gods |
Two of the King’s flunkeys I killed |
A hundred or more who’ll fight to be Jews |
Did come to these hills with me |
On my death bed your leader I’ll name |
€˜Tis Judah, the Macabee |
My name is Judah, the Macabee |
By the name of the hammer I’m called |
We’ll pray to God before every fight |
Till all of our enemies fall |
Appolonius, the Governor, this day I killed |
And his army we did bust |
Some few of his soldiers run away in the wind |
But most we’ve dropped dead in the dust |
Syron is my name, from Syria came |
To destroy that fool Macabee |
My army was great, his army was small |
But he somehow did win over me |
To deliver the many to the hands of his few |
For God this is no trick at all |
In a few short hours my army did break |
And we flooded this valley with blood |
My name is Lysias, I dreamed up a plan |
To burn the Jews tents as they slept |
When I got there, their tents were all bare |
And the Macabee’s army had left |
He stormed my own camp as my soldiers did sleep |
And he killed several thousand in fear |
My elephants, my horsemen, my footsoldiers, all |
Judah hammered them down from the rear |
My name is Jerusalem where Judah came back |
To build up my Temple once more |
To cut down the weeds and thorny brush |
That grows ‘round my windows and doors |
Whole stones, whole stones, we’ll build and pray |
To God as a wholehearted Jew |
God’s love the hateful many did place |
In the hands of a God loving few |
We found in our temple a little oil jug |
Just enough for the lamps for one night |
That one little jug burned Eight whole days |
And it kept our new temple in light |
Eight candles we’ll burn and a Ninth one too |
Every New Year that comes and goes |
We’ll think of the many in the hands of the few |
And thank God we are seeds of the Jews |