A Swinging Seder

A S(w)inging Seder
Kal Winer
INTRODUCTION
Pesach-time
Tell Me Why We Meet Tonight
Where Have Our Haggadahs Gone?
Fifty Ways to Lead Your Seder
This Seder's Made for You and Me
KADDESH: SANCTIFICATION
First Cup of Wine
KARPAS: SPRING VEGETABLE

Eating Parsley
YACHATZ: BREAK MIDDLE MATZAH

Break Break Break Your Matzah
MAGGID: TELL THE STORY

If I Had Four Questions
Comin' on This Night
Four Kinds of Children
Moses Prophet
Phar-aoh
The Poor Old Egyptians
The Plagues Are Unleashed
Second Cup of Wine
RACHTZAH: WASH
Wash Wash Wash Your Hands
MOTZI/MATZAH: BLESSING THE MATZAH

Ancestors Would
Oh What A Beautiful Matzah
MAROR: BITTER HERB

Horseradish Club March
KORECH: HILLEL SANDWICH

Does Your Matzah Lie Flat?
SHULCHAN ORECH: FESTIVE MEAL

Home in the Spring
TZAFUN: EAT THE AFIKOMEN

Find Find Find Dessert
Afikomen Is Found to Be Missing
Afikomen Chorus
BARECH: BLESS THE MEAL

Third Cup of Wine
Prophet Elijah
HALLEL: PRAISE
Fourth Cup of Wine
Manischewitz Medley
NIRTZAH: CLOSING
Next Year, Next Year
Jerusalem This Year
S-E-D-E-R
Kal Winer • swingingseder@gmail.com
About This Seder
I love the Passover Seder, and I am always on the lookout for new pieces to
include that will expand the joy and richness of the celebration. Years ago, I started
writing Passover lyrics to well-known tunes; I wanted to add humor and freshness, to
keep everyone—young and old—more involved and awake, and to give us all more time
to bond together by singing together. Eventually, I had enough songs to cover every
Seder ritual. Some rituals have several songs so you get to choose which ones best fit
your Seder.
You can use a few songs each year to spice up your Seder, or you can insert a
song when the group energy starts to flag. Adventurous Seder makers can use A
S(w)inging Seder as the sole (or main) Haggadah for the evening. If you try this, I
suggest mixing up the sound by using solos, duets, and small groups for different songs
to vary the texture. Some songs (for example, “The Plagues Are Coming”) can be sung
with different small groups taking turns singing different verses.
I could never have gotten this done without the extraordinary help of my wife,
Linda, who typed the lyrics and wrestled our computer into submission; and the support
of Rabbi Alissa Wise, who encouraged me to do it and helped me avoid wandering in
the technology desert for forty years.
Kal Winer
Burkettville, Maine
2011

INTRODUCTION
Pesach-time
To: Summertime
Pesach-time
There’s no bread on the table
Guests arriving’
And the feelings run high
Oh our tradition’s rich

And our bubbe’s good cookin’
So let’s start our Seder
Hearts will fly

Tell Me Why We Meet Tonight
To: Tell Me Why (the old summer camp song)
Tell me why we meet tonight

Why do we recall our peoples’ great flight?
Why must we get restless before we’re through?
What is the meaning for me and for you?
Tell me why it took so long

From slaves in Egypt ‘til we got strong
Tell me why freedom takes time
Tonight we will taste of our peoples’ hard climb.
Lost in the desert for forty years

Life was too hard, we shed many tears
We walked for whole lifetimes, we felt real tired
Now we recall it, so we’ll get inspired.
Tell me why our Seder’s long

Read all the words and sing all the songs
Tell me why we can’t just eat
‘Cuz life’s sometimes bitter, before it gets sweet.

Where Have Our Haggadahs Gone?
To: Where Have All the Flowers Gone?
Where have our Haggadahs gone?

What’s this new one?
I want to know.
Can’t tell our Story anymore.
How will our children learn? (2x)
What’s with this? It’s just some songs

How to lead it?
‘Least it won’t take very long
Then we’ll be free.
Should we try it anyways?
That old book was way too dry
Let’s see what we can learn (2x).
This new one just might be fun

Let’s all sing it.
It’s a journey we can take
See where it goes.
It’s our Story, not our book
To which we now return (2x).

Fifty Ways to Lead Your Seder
To: 50 ways to leave your lover
“The problem’s all inside your head,” Zayde said to me

“The answer’s easy if you don’t do it slavishly.
I’d like to help you tell our struggle to be free.
There must be 50 ways to lead your Seder.”
Bubbe adds, “It’s really not just about the food.

Passover, and its meaning, can’t be lost or misconstrued.
What’s at the center is creating the right mood.
There must be 50 ways to lead your Seder.”
You can go slow, Moe

Add something new, Sue
Write a fun song, Don
Just get the Jews free.
Act out the story, Maury

Read poems that speak Truth, Ruth
Make the plagues key, Lee
And get yourself free.

This Seder’s Made for You and Me
To: This Land Is Your Land
CHORUS: This Seder’s your tale, this Seder’s my tale

From slaves in Egypt, to the Milk and Honey Trail
We got our Freedom, but it wasn’t easy
This Seder’s made for you and me.
When you eat matzah, remember leaving

The haste of going, no time for grieving
The taste of flat bread, low expectations
CHORUS
We crossed the desert, the sands were burning

For a place of safety, we all were yearning
Our throats were parched dry, our patience tested
CHORUS
We feared the unknown, our faith was feeble

We roamed and rambled, we became a People
G-d gave Commandments, for us to follow
CHORUS
Each year we retell the ancient story

The point of which is not for glory
We’re meant to stand up for one another
CHORUS

KADDESH: SANCTIFICATION
First Cup of Wine

To: There Were 12 Constipated Men in the Bible
We drink four different cups of wine

at the Seder, at the Seder
There’s the first, which stands for “BRING YOU OUT” (3X)
from old Egypt, from old Egypt.

KARPAS: SPRING VEGETABLE
Eating Parsley
To: Scotland’s Burning (a round)
Eating parsley, eating parsley

Fresh greens, fresh greens
Spring! Spring! Spring! Spring!
In salt water, in salt water.

YACHATZ: BREAK MIDDLE MATZAH
Break Break Break Your Matzah

To: Row Row Row Your Boat
Break, break, break your matzah

Big half’s set aside
Forget about it, forget about it, forget about it, forget about it
‘Til it’s time to hide

MAGGID: TELL THE STORY
If I Had Four Questions

To: If I Had a Hammer
If I had four questions,

I’d ask them at the Seder
I’d ask them at the Seder
In a little song.
I’d sing “Mah Nishtanah?”
“Why is this night different?”
Why do so many gather to ask all their questions
All over this world?
We ask why we’re leaning,

We ask about dipping,
We ask about unleavened bread
And the bitter herb.
The youngest will sing it
To pass on tradition
We all sing four questions, but then we ask others
All over this world.
If I knew the answers,

I’d tell them at the Seder
I’d tell them to my children
So they understand.
I’d tell the whole story
Of slaves down in Egypt
Becoming a people that searched for their freedom
Well, I’ve got some questions

And I’ve got some answers
And I’ve got this song to sing
It’s a question of justice
It’s an answer of freedom
It’s this song about hope for our brothers and our sisters

Comin’ on this Night
To: Blowin’ in the Wind
How many wine cups must a slave drink

Before he knows he’s a man?
Yes, ‘n’ how much slavery can a man take
Before he’ll cross desert sands?
Yes, ‘n’ how many flat breads must people bake
Before they’ll leave in a band?
The answer, my friend, is comin’ on this Night
The answer is comin’ on this Night.
How many times must a man look around

Before he knows he too will die?
Yes, ‘n’ how much pain must one man feel
Before he can hear himself cry?
Yes, ‘n’ how many years will a people be slaves
Before they will reach out and try?
The answer, my friend, is comin’ on this Night
The answer is comin’ on this Night.
How many years after they were all slaves

Before they really felt free?
Yes, ‘n’ how many ways are we too like slaves
In ways we can’t even see?
Yes, ‘n’ what must we do to throw off our chains
And dump them into the sea?
The answer, my friend, you can think about this Night
The answer you can think about this Night.

Four Kinds of Children
To: Havah Nageela
Four kinds of children (3x)

In each of us.
(Repeat)
We all have highs and lows

Times we don’t want to know
We all are sometimes bored
We’re all the same.
Sometimes we just feel shy

Sometimes we want to cry
Sometimes feel trapped and lie
Nothing to say.
We all are curious

We all get furious
We get imperious
It’s humans’ way.
We’re all
We’re all a mix
We’re a mix of many children (4x)
We’re a mix (2x)
Of many different kinds of kids.

Moses Prophet
To: Davy Crockett
CHORUS: Moses, Moses Prophet

King of the Wandering Jews
Born to Jewish slaves down by the Nile

They hoped to save him from the Pharoah’s bile
In a basket in the river he drifted for awhile
‘Til the princess heard him crying from over a mile.
CHORUS
Grew up in the palace as a favorite son

‘Til he saw slaves beaten just for the fun
So he killed him an Egyptian in a fight he wouldn’t shun
But then from his good life he had to run.
CHORUS
Out in the desert saw a bush that burned

Talked with God, and his whole life turned
Got a big mission: “Free the Jews” he learned
“Lead them to their own land,” for which they yearned.
CHORUS
Went back to Pharoah to set the Jews free

Cast ten Plagues to bring Egypt to its knee
Trapped by the water as they tried to flee
Opened up dry land and crossed the Red Sea.
CHORUS
Crossing the desert took forty years

Brought 10 Commandments to the peoples’ cheers
Struggled with hardships, with doubts and with fears
But kept from the Promised Land—a pain that brought him tears.
CHORUS
Tonight we have Seder, and to celebrate this man

When we see injustice, we should do what we can
Gaining freedom for all folks is a holy plan
Here’s to you, Moses Prophet—in your club I’m a fan.
CHORUS

Phar-aoh
To: Day-O
Pharaoh, Phar-ar-ar-oh
Pharaoh says we cannot go home
Fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fair
It’s not fair, it’s not fair-air-air-o
Work all day, his buildings to make

All our male babies he tried to take
Come, Mister Freedom Man, lead us to our homeland

Pharaoh says “I won’t let you go”
Moses, help free us, and take us to our own land
Took one year, ten years, forty years, FREE

‘Til we could reach that Promised Land
Slaves to someone we must never BE
Now we have reached that Promised Land
Fair, now it’s fair-air-air-oh

Tho’ Pharaoh said we couldn’t go
Fair, now it’s fair, now it’s fair, now it’s fair
Pharaoh’s gone, and we have gone home
This beautiful freedom feels right and just

Pharaoh said we could not go home
It’s not some place but deep inside us
Daylight comes and we’ve all come home

The Poor Old Egyptians
To: The Poor Old Slave
The Jews, our slaves, have gone away

To find their promised land
A trip they’ll take for forty years
We’ll miss their low-cost hands
Our poor old slaves have left a mess

We groan that they are free
Outsourcing jobs leaves budget pains
Red ink makes red dead sea
Cheap help is gone, and so’s our rest

We must get off our tush
Perhaps they’ll stop and come right back
When see that burning Bush

The Plagues Are Unleashed
To: The Ants Go Marching
The plagues are unleashed, one by one

Oh no, oh no
The gods of Egypt are undone
Just go, just go
The Nile River is turned to blood
Egypt has nothing to drink but mud
But old Pharaoh won’t say, “You now are free
to go out of this land.”
Doom Doom Doom Doom
Here come more plagues…
The plagues are unleashed, number two

Oh no, oh no
The gods of Egypt are so through
Just go, just go
Now frogs are jumping everywhere
Get in their food and get in their hair
Doom Doom Doom Doom
The plagues are unleashed, number three

Oh no, oh no
The gods of Egypt start to plea
Just go, just go
Each piece of dust becomes a gnat
that bites the people wherever they’re at
Doom Doom Doom Doom
The plagues are unleashed, number four

Oh no, oh no
Egypt’s gods can’t take any more
Just go, just go
Huge swarms of flies now fill the air
Bringing all Egypt to dark despair
But old Pharaoh won’t say, you now are free
Doom Doom Doom Doom
—continued—

The plagues are unleashed, number five
Oh no, oh no
The gods of Egypt can’t survive
Just go, just go
Cows, sheep, and horses, camels too
All fall down dead, there’s nothing to do
Doom Doom Doom Doom
The plagues are unleashed, number six

Oh no, oh no
All Egypt’s gods can’t find a fix
Just go, just go
Infected skin, inflamed with pus
Covers their bodies and makes them cuss
Doom Doom Doom Doom
The plagues keep coming, here is seven

Oh no, oh no
For Egypt’s gods, there’s no more heaven
Just go, just go
Huge hail and lightning break all crops
All standing trees are smashed ‘til they drop
Doom Doom Doom Doom
The plagues are unleashed, number eight

Oh no, oh no
Egypt’s gods are no longer great
Just go, just go
Then locusts fill the sky with dark
What hail has left, they eat like a shark
Doom Doom Doom Doom
—continued—

The plagues are unleashed, number nine
Oh no, oh no
Egypt’s sun god has just gone blind
Just go, just go
All is darkness, flames shed no light
The stars go dim that once were bright
Doom Doom Doom Doom
Last of the plagues is number ten

Oh no, oh no
Egypt’s gods are weak as men
Just go, just go
First-born children suddenly die
All Egyptians shriek and cry
Old Pharaoh breaks down and sets them all free:
“Just get out of this land.”
And away they go
Zoom Zoom Zoom Zoom

Second Cup of Wine

Second cup is for “DELIVER YOU” (3X)

from your bondage, from your bondage.

RACHTZAH: WASH
Wash Wash Wash Your Hands

To: Row Row Row Your Boat
Wash, wash, wash your hands

Just before the meal
Purify, purify, purify, purify
‘Tis the time to steal.

MOTZI/MATZAH: BLESSING THE MATZAH
Ancestors Would
To: Norwegian Wood
I beheld that plate

Or should I say
It beheld me.
These symbols so strange

Know them I should;
Ancestors would.
I stared at that bone, then it told me, “I came from a lamb,

I sacrificed life to help slaves gain their freedoms again.”
I peered at those greens

Vibrance of spring
Salt water clings.
“Fresh hope dipped in tears,”
parsley then said,
“Joy and sad wed.”
I looked at charoset, it made sounds I struggled to hear.

“I’m thick paste for forming the bricks that the slaves made with fear.”
I then heard that egg

“Roasted and charred,
I’m sacrifice barred
from Temple now gone,
Symbol of praise
For all your days.”
I stared at horseradish, it scared me, then started to laugh,

“I’m bitter, like slav’ry, caused tears til they chose freedom’s path.”
And when I awoke

Matzah did say,
“It’s plain as day.
Feed hungry we should,
Do the world good,
Ancestors would.”

Oh What a Beautiful Matzah
To: Oh What a Beautiful Morning
All the food at the Seder has meaning (2x)

The story we tell, people living in hell
So we put on horseradish to make ourselves yell.
CHORUS:
Oh what a beautiful matzah
Oh what a flat piece of bread
Its whole life it’s never risen
Reminds us that slavery’s not dead.
Make a sandwich like Hillel has ordered (2x)

Pile sweet stuff and hot, on the matzah we’re taught
The freedom to remember, it cannot be bought.
CHORUS
‘Round the world there are people a’strugglin’ (2x)

And Pharaohs abound, keep folks down on the ground
‘Til a brave one like Moses to lead them is found.
CHORUS
Yes, this matzah’s the bread of affliction (2x)

When we eat it tonight, we remember our flight
We all must be Moses to fight for what’s right.
CHORUS

MAROR: BITTER HERB
Horseradish Club March

To: Mickey Mouse Club March
What’s that bitter on the plate

That could kill you and me?
H-O-R-S-E-R-A-D-I-S-H
Take care! Beware! Kids stare!
It’s as tasty as can be
Horseradish (lots of luck!)

Horseradish (don’t say “yuck”)
Forever let us eat the bitter
Herb! Herb! Herb! Herb!
Come along and sing a song

And tell our history!

KORECH: HILLEL SANDWICH
Does Your Matzah Lie Flat?

To: Do Your Ears Hang Low?
Does your matzah lie flat, or is it puffed and fat?

Will it hold charoset well, make horseradish taste real swell?
Can you fry it into brei that will make your bubbe sigh?
Does your matzah lie flat?
Is your horseradish hot, does it loosen up your snot?

Does it make your eyes sting and cause your ears to ring?
Does it make you think of slavery, and of our people’s bravery?
Is your horseradish hot?
Does your charoset taste sweet and give your mouth a treat?
Does it make you want to sing, does it make you want to eat?
Do you slather it on matzah just to drive yourself nuts-ah?
Does your charoset taste sweet?
Can you put ‘em all together, cuz old Hillel says it’s better?
Mix the sweet and the bitter, make his sandwich to the letter?
Now eat the whole creation, is its taste abomination?
McHillel to go.

SHULCHAN ORECH: FESTIVE MEAL
Home in the Spring

To: Home on the Range
Oh give me that meal, where the menu’s ideal

Where the matzah balls float in the bowl
Where seldom is heard an unhappy slurp
And the food fills both body and soul
Home, home in the spring

for the Seder and matzah ball soup
Where we sing every song, though it takes way too long
It’s a journey we make with a group
So whatever the date, I will not be late

For my mother’s charoset so sweet
Dad’s horseradish so hot, my taste buds are shot
And it tingles right down to my feet

For the Seder and all that it means
Where we read every prayer, to skip one is rare
And the memories are more than routine
The Haggadah we read, it tells of the deeds

That Moses with G-d’s help performed
And Pharaoh so cruel, his power overrruled
A free people from slavery transformed.

Like our ancestors moved toward that Land
We swim up the stream, like salmon with dreams
Home’s a Promise to hold in our hands.

TZAFUN: EAT THE AFIKOMEN
Find Find Find Dessert

to: Row Row Row Your Boat
Find, find, find dessert

Finish off the meal
Gotta look, gotta look, gotta look, gotta look
Can we make a deal?

Afikomen Is Found to Be Missing
To: My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean
Afikomen is found to be missing

Our “dee-zert” is not to be found
How can we continue this Seder?
Now we must all look around
CHORUS: Come back, come back,

Come back, Afikomen, to me, to me (repeat)
Can’t we pass over this roadblock?

This Seder’s as long as King Kong
How can we get on with this Seder
While we are still singing this song?
CHORUS
This mystery is meant for the children

To keep them in line all night long
It’d work best if it were a website
Would a virtual matzah be wrong?
CHORUS
Online we could search “Afikomen”

A million or more hits abound
We’d think then the Seder could Move On
‘Til it crashed, and we lost all we’d found.
CHORUS
If a virus ate our Afikomen

End of Seder we’d all have to sweat
Our server would serve just a zero
And we would eat nothing but ‘Net.
CHORUS
Let’s hope someone finds that darn matzah

Let’s pray it turns up pretty soon
If no one finds our Afikomen
Then we’ll be here sitting ‘til noon.
CHORUS

Afikomen Chorus
To: Hallelujah Chorus
Where’s that damn matzah hid?

I can’t find it.
Ah-fee-ko-men, Ah-fee-ko-men
Those kids have gone too far

It’s just NOT fair.
CHORUS: And we shall search for ever and ever

For ever and ever, forever and ever
All just to keep them still

What a dumb plan!
Soothes kids but riles their folks

I can’t stand it.
CHORUS: And we shall search for ever and ever

For ever and ever, forever and ever
Hey, what’s that sticking out?

I just FOUND it.
Now we can finish up

And drink more wine.
Manischewitz, Manischewitz
CHORUS: And we’ll drink wine for ever and ever

For ever and ever, forever and ever.
Note: obviously this is written for families where the ritual is for the kids to hide the
Afikomen and for the adults to try to find it. For those families who do it the other way
around, they need their own version.

BARECH: BLESS THE MEAL
Third Cup of Wine


Number three means “WILL REDEEM YOU” (3X)

with outstretched arm, with outstretched arm.

Prophet Elijah
To: Eleanor Rigby
Ah, look at all the hope-filled people (2x)
Prophet Elijah rode on a whirlwind to heaven, each spring he comes ‘round

We sing his song
Wait by our windows, look for the face that’d bring change to our lives so profound
New hope is found.
Doors for you we open

We open up our homes
Please come drink from your cup
This is your night to roam
Prophet Elijah enters the homes where the Seders stretch into the night
It’s like a dream.
Brings us his message: “Kids, open hearts to your parents, parents be kind.
Live without strife.”
“Doors for me you open

Now open up your hearts
Whatever comes can teach you
Of life, it’s all a part.”
Prophet Elijah, conscience of Jews who returns to mark peace in the world
“It’s up to you.
Actions can do it, you can make peace in your homes, and your work, and your school.
Don’t live like fools.”
“Doors are meant to open

Let in whatever comes.
Be doors, not walls, be open
And then my task is done.”

HALLEL: PRAISE
Fourth Cup of Wine


The fourth cup is “I WILL TAKE YOU” (3X)

for my people, for my people.

Manischewitz Medley
To: We Are Climbing Jacob’s Ladder
We are singing of Manischewitz (3x)
Wine that Jews -–adore
—abhor (Choose one)
To tune of “Alouette”
Manischewitz, pouring Manischewitz
Manischewitz—just drink another cup.
First a cup for liberty,
Next one’s just for puberty.
Oh….oh
Manischewitz, sweet old Manischewitz
Manischewitz, drink more if you dare.
To tune of “Dayenu”
We are drinking Manischewitz
It’s the wine the Bible credits
Made the Pesach story happen
Let’s review:
CHORUS: Man-is-chewitz, Man-is-chewitz
Man-is-chewitz; believe me, it’s all true.
When the Jews were leaving Egypt
Thought they’d really end their slavery
Dumped their wine in to the water
Sea so blue.
CHORUS
Then the water changed its color
Turned the Dead Sea into Red Sea
Wine so dry it made a pathway
They walked through.
CHORUS
When they hungered in the desert
God sent food down from the heavens
Called it by its nickname “Manna…”
What a brew!
CHORUS
So if you celebrate their journey
Don’t forget this wine is holy—
Wholly sweet and wholly horrid,
Now they’ll sue.
CHORUS

NIRTZAH: CLOSING
Next Year, Next Year

To: Tzena, Tzena
Next year
Next year
Next year
Next year
In Jerusalem
We’ll gather
Seder
Once again
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Freedom
In Jerusalem
To gather
Seder
Once again
Freedom
Freedom
To be free’s a blessing
We’re all free to meet again
REPEAT LAST VERSE
Optional: REPEAT WHOLE SONG, FASTER

Jerusalem This Year
To: Yellow Submarine
Now we’ve told our story old

And we’ve learned its lessons well:
We must fight what makes us slaves;
To be free, we must rebel.
As we near our Seder’s end,

To the future our thoughts turn—
We can share our dreams and goals,
Tell of things we hope to learn.
CHORUS: May each one live a life that’s free this year
Life that’s free this year, life that’s free this year
May each one build their Jerusalem this year
Jerusalem this year, Jerusalem this year
If we make a world that’s free (a world that’s free)

Every one of us (every one of us)
Has what we need (has what we need)
Live a life (live a life) that’s not routine (not routine)
With a chance (with a chance) to be serene (be serene).
CHORUS

S–E–D–E–R
To: B-I-N-G-O
(NOTE: * means clap one time for each *)
When full moon glows, folks share a meal

And talk of times so painful
S – E – D – E – R (3x)
We’re Seder-matzochistic
They break flat bread, spill drops of wine

Scream at grated maror
* - E – D – E – R (3x)
They’re plagued by plagues, the night’s so long

Multiple Food Course Disorder
* - * - D – E – R (3x)
For forty prayers, they wander ‘round

The end it does elude them
* - * - * - E – R (3x)
Through eight whole days, they’ll eat no bread

Strict limits do remind them
* - * - * - * - R (3x)
We’ve drunk too much, reclined like kings

Commemorated freedom
- * - * - * - * (3x)
We’re celebration-istic
We’re going quite ballistic
We’re expialidocious
Pesach’s a psychosis
You get it through osmosis
This Seder’s matzochistic
This Seder’s matzochistic

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KARPAS: SPRING VEGETABLE

YACHATZ: BREAK MIDDLE MATZAH

MAGGID: TELL THE STORY

MOTZI/MATZAH: BLESSING THE MATZAH

MAROR: BITTER HERB

KORECH: HILLEL SANDWICH

SHULCHAN ORECH: FESTIVE MEAL

TZAFUN: EAT THE AFIKOMEN

BARECH: BLESS THE MEAL

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Oh our tradition’s rich

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Tell me why we meet tonight

Tell me why it took so long

Lost in the desert for forty years

Tell me why our Seder’s long

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Where have our Haggadahs gone?

What’s with this? It’s just some songs

This new one just might be fun

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“The problem’s all inside your head,” Zayde said to me

Bubbe adds, “It’s really not just about the food.

You can go slow, Moe

Act out the story, Maury

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CHORUS: This Seder’s your tale, this Seder’s my tale

When you eat matzah, remember leaving

We crossed the desert, the sands were burning

We feared the unknown, our faith was feeble

Each year we retell the ancient story

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First Cup of Wine

We drink four different cups of wine

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Eating parsley, eating parsley

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Break Break Break Your Matzah

Break, break, break your matzah

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If I Had Four Questions

If I had four questions,

We ask why we’re leaning,

If I knew the answers,

Well, I’ve got some questions

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How many wine cups must a slave drink

How many times must a man look around

How many years after they were all slaves

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Four kinds of children (3x)

We all have highs and lows

Sometimes we just feel shy

We all are curious

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CHORUS: Moses, Moses Prophet

Born to Jewish slaves down by the Nile

Grew up in the palace as a favorite son

Out in the desert saw a bush that burned

Went back to Pharoah to set the Jews free

Crossing the desert took forty years

Tonight we have Seder, and to celebrate this man

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