Host: Michael Sherman
KEOS, 89.1FM, College Station/Bryan TX
B'boker lach b'shanat tarlach et katsir ha anavim Yastu m'Yaffo al susim Chamestet Ha Rochvim Stamper ba, v'Gutman ba v' Zerach Baalev v' Yoel Moshe Salomon Im cherev b'avnet Itam rachav Mazraki Ha Doktor ha kasum L'orech ha Yarkon ha ruach Shar bikne ha suf L'yad Umlabes hem chanu b'lev bitsot v'svach v'al giva ktana tipsu Lirot et ha sviva v'Hu nishar al ha giva v'bein chatsot l'or Pitom tsamchu l'Salomon Knafaim shel tsipor L'an hu af,l'an parach Ain ish asher yeda Ulai haya ze rak chalom Ulai rak agada Ach c'she ha boker shuv ala M'ever l'harim Ha emek ha arur Nimla tsiuts shel tsiporim (tsif, tsif) v'Yesh omrim ki ad ha yom L'orech ha Yarkon Ha tsiporim sharot al Yoel Moshe Salomon ********************************************************* On a wet morning in 5638 (1878) In the grape season five riders went from Jaffa on Horses Stamper came and Gutamn came and Zaraki Beelev And Yoel Moshe Salomon, with a sword in his Sash And with them, the magic Doctor Mazraki Along the Yarkon, the wind rustled the bamboo Beside Petach Tikva, they stopped in the heart of the swamp (and thicket) And up a small hill they climbed to see the surroundings He remained on the hill from midnight till the light Suddenly, Salomon grew the wings of a bird To where he flew, to where he flew Until today, noone knows Maybe it was only a dream Maybe just a legend But when the morning arose, behind the mountains the cursed valley was full of birds chirping (cheep, cheep) And some say, until today along the Yarkon The birds sing of Yoel Moshe Salomon _________________________________________