Al Hatzadikim Songtext
von Abie Rotenberg

The war had seemed so endless, yet somehow, they survived
Free at last but spiritless and frail
When a Rebbe showed them love, and they began to mend
But that′s just one part of this precious little tale

It was to be the first Pesach, after years devoid of light
When the Rebbe of Skulene stood with his Son
And they announced, There will Matzos! for the Seder Night
But enough to only give each person one

Al Hatzadikim the righteous and devout
With love in their hearts they lift us up when we stumble and fall
V'Al Hachasidim the saintly and the pure
Only Hashem knows the burden - the burden they bear for us all

With two large sacks of flour, a small oven made of brick
The Rebbe baked as tears streamed from his eyes
Measured oh so carefully, neither thin nor thick
Each round Matza, a Kezayis in size


Along with the aroma that drifted through the air
One could sense that hope and healing had begun
Again, the Rebbe sent out word, Yiddelech be fair
Please come and take, but take no more than one

Al Hatzadikim the righteous and devout
With love in their hearts they lift us up when we stumble and fall
V′Al Hachasidim the saintly and the pure
Only Hashem knows the burden - the burden they bear for us all

The line may have been long, but it never stopped or stalled
A tapestry of Jews from far and near
But suddenly one young man, brought it to a crawl
When he bent down and whispered in the Rebbe's ear

I beg of you dear Rebbe, who is our last resort
Though a single Matza will suffice for me
My father is an Admor, and Vizhnitz is his court
And as such he must be given three

A deep and aching sadness, gripped the Rebbe's soul
As he wondered to himself, can it be true
After all our pain and sorrow, could one yet be so bold
And deem himself to be a better Jew?


But then he thought who am I, to judge what′s right or best
Only God in heaven knows for sure
He′s a great and pious Rebbe, I will comply with his request
And discretely he gave the young man four

Al Hatzadikim the righteous and devout
With love in their hearts they lift us up when we stumble and fall
V'Al Hachasidim the saintly and the pure
Only Hashem knows the burden - the burden they bear for us all

Shortly before Yom Tov the Admor′s son returned
And said may I ask the Rebbe and his son as well?
Was my holy father, was he right to be concerned
That you would keep no Matzos for yourselves?

Yes indeed, they answered, we gave them all away
With Jews in need what else was there to do?
The Admor's son replied, that′s what my father thought you'd say
So I brought back the two Matzos... he took for you

Al Hatzadikim the righteous and devout
With love in their hearts they lift us up when we stumble and fall
V′Al Hachasidim the saintly and the pure
Only Hashem knows the burden - the burden they bear for us all