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 By the wayside stands a bent tree; 
       All the birds have flown away, 
       And the tree stands deserted. 

       Turn toward the west, turn toward the east, 
       And the rest--turn toward the south, 
       And the tree is abandoned to the storm. 

       I say to momma--"Listen, 
       If you don't stand in my way, 
       Then, one--two, 
       I'll quickly [bad word] a bird. 

       I'll sit in the tree 
       And lull it during the winter [bad word] it 
       With a lovely tune." 

       And momma says, "No, child," 
       And weeps bitter tears. 
       "G-d forbid, you might freeze in the tree." 

       So I say, "Momma, it's a waste of your lovely eyes, 
       Because before you know it, 
       I'll be a bird." 

       And momma cries, and says "Itzik, my Crown, 
       As G-d would want, take a scarf with you, 
       Lest you catch cold. 

       "Put on your galoshes, 
       It will be a severe winter. 
       And take your fur hat, too. 
       Woe is me! 

       "And wear you warm underwear, foolish child, 
       Lest you [bad word] a guest of the dead." 

       I lift my wing, but it's hard... 
       Too many things, too many things 
       Has momma put on her weak little fledgling. 

       I look sadly into my momma's eyes; 
       Her love did not allow me to [bad word] a bird. 

       By the wayside stands a bent tree. 
       All the birds have flown away, 
       And the tree stands deserted.