Unter Beymer

Unter beymer vaksn grosn, Ay-lu-lu... Un di beyze vintn blozn, schlof zhe zunenyu. Zits mayn kind, nit bay dem fenster, vayl du kennst dem vint derfiln, Un ikh vil nit du, mayn shenster, Zolst, kholile, zikh farkiln. Himl iz shoyn khmarne shvarts, Punkt azoy vo do bay mir in harts. Unter beymer vaksn grosn, Ay-lu-lu... Un di beyze vintn blozn, schlof zhe zunenyu, Ay-lu-lu schlof zhe, mayn kind, oy, harts mayns, Ay-lu-lu blayb mir gezunt.

Beneath the trees grows grass, ay-lu-lu . . . And the cruel winds blow; sleep, my little one. Don't sit, my child, by the window you may feel the wind and And I don't want you, my pretty one to catch a cold. The sky is already a cloudy gray Just like my heart. Sleep my child, my own heart Ay-lu-lu Stay healthy and well