Songs of Dovid Kerner
 
 
   
 
 
Some other songs

 

Soon the leaves will be growing on the trees
By Dovid Kerner

Soon the leaves will be growing on the trees
Soon the flowers will be blowing in the breeze
Soon the winter will be over
And the weather will be warmer
Soon the leaves will be growing on the trees

Soon we'll put away our winter coats and hats
And we'll take out our frizbees, balls and bats
Soon the winter will be over
And the weather will be warmer
Then we'll put away our winter coats and hats.

In the Winter, like a bear, I hibernate
For the Spring to come, I can hardly wait!

Soon we’ll run around and play out in the park
And we’ll laugh and play and stay until it’s dark
Soon the winter will be over
And the weather will be warmer
Then we’ll run around and play until it's dark.

Soon the ice cream truck will roll right down our street
Ice cream cones and creamsicles - oh what a treat!
Soon the winter will be over
And the weather will be warmer
Then the ice cream truck will roll right down our street

My kite is hanging ready by the door
Springtime - that’s what I’m waiting for!

Soon we’ll sit outside and sing our favorite songs
And when the neighbors pass, we’ll say ‘come sing along’!
Soon the winter will be over
And the weather will be warmer
Soon we'll sit outside and sing our favorite songs.

Soon the leaves will be growing on the trees
Soon the flowers will be blowing in the breeze
Soon the winter will be over
And the weather will be warmer
Soon the leaves will be growing on the trees


Do you Want to be a Cow?

words and music by Dovid Kerner

Do you want to be a cow?

Come, I’ll show you how

You’ll daven moo, moo, moo moo, musaf!

 

Or do you want to be a sheep

And right before you go to sleep

You’ll say Sh’ma maa, maa, maa, maa!

 

You can even be an owl

And stay up all night and scowl

An on Pesach sing Adir hoo, hoo, hoo!

But why not be a horse

With good midos, why of course

And love your neigh, neigh, neighbor as yourself!


I Wish I Were a Wallabee
lyrics and music by Dovid Kerner

I wish I were a wallabee
I'd hop around and you would see
Oh how fun it would beIf I were a wallabee.

(A wallabee, a wallabee-, I’d hop around and you would see, Just how happy it would be, if i were a wallabee.)

I wish I were a mandrill
Oh boy, what a thrill
I'd swing around, I wouldn't sit still
If I were a mandrill.

I wish I were a garden snail
Resting by a water pail
I'd crawl right down a muddy trail
I wish I were a garden snail.

I wish I were a porcupine
My quills, I’d keep them looking fine
I’d be so proud, all the time
If I were a porcupine

I wish I were a chimpanzee

I'd laugh and climb from tree to tree

I'd play and mug so merrily

If I were a chimpanzee.


I wish I were a penguin
In the cold, cold water I would swim
And as I waddled I would grin
If I were a penguin.

I wish I were a butterfly
You’d see me as I flutter by
From flowers low to treetops high
I wish I were a butterfly.

I wish I were a little frog

Living in a swampy bog

I'd make my home inside a log

If I were a little frog.

But no I'm not an animal
I'm not a shark, I'm not a bull
And though that sounds incredible
I'm simply not an animal!

But I can laugh and love and sing
I can do a million things
And to Hashem my thanks I bring
For making me a human being.



We’ve Been Lighting the Menorah
to the tune of 'I’ve Been Working on the Railroad'
lyrics by Dovid Kerner

We’ve been lighting the Menorah
Since the days of the Macabees
We’ve been lighting the Menorah
So the whole wide world will see

So they’ll see the candles burning brightly
And recall the miracle of the lights
How oil enough for only one day
Burned for eight days and eight nights.

Yehuda Macabee
Yehuda Macabee
Fought to save the Torah for you and me!
Yehuda Macabee
Yehuda Macabee
Fought to save the Torah for you and me!

Now, someone’s in the kitchen cooking latkes
Someone’s in the kitchen we know...
It's Imma in the kitchen cooking latkes
It's Chanukah yipee-i-o!

Singing fi, fi fiddlee-i-o
Fi fi fiddlee-i-o...
Fi, fi, fiddlee-i-o...
Its Chanukah yipee-i-o!

Hodu LaShem
lyrics: Dovid Kerner

Hodu LaShem, ki, ki tov
Ki leolam, ki leolam chasdo.


For when we were kids and we’d ride our bikes
for my cat named Scratch and my dog named Spike
For when I'd scare my brother and he’d jump and say “yikes!”
I will always be so grateful.

Hodu LaShem, ki, ki tov
Ki leolam, ki leolam chasdo.


For the Western Wall and a Jewish State
For my Uncle Moish who says ‘gezunter hait’
For when Mashiach comes you know I cannot wait
And I will always be so grateful

And when things don’t go just like they should
Then we’ll bless HaShem for the not-so-good.
Though this is not so easily understood-
We’ll still be forever grateful.


For the friend whose by your side through a raging storm
For the One who’ll heal the hearts that lie tattered and torn
For this world that turns and for just being born....
I will be forever grateful.

Home on the Shteibel
lyrics by Dovid Kerner

(Though this song might describe your shteibel, it was written about Congregation Zichron Rabbeinu Moshe Feinstein, in Mill Basin, Brooklyn!)

to the tune of "Home on the Range"


Oh give me a shul

Where the Rav’s frum but cool
and he speaks holy words of the Torah
Where the davenings deep

And the nigunim sweet
And at Kiddush there’s kugel and cola.


Home, home on the shteibel
Where everyone feels like mishpocha
Where the davening deep

And the nigunim sweet
And at kiddush theres kugel and cola


It will happen at dawn

Putting my tefilin on
the tenth walks in with snow covered shoes
Then our voices will rise

Tefila bursts through the skies

And I thank God for making us Jews.

With shiurim at night

The beis medrash burns bright
We learn the parsha , halacha and gemorah
Good questions are raised

At chazal we’re amazed
As we forge another link in mesorh.


Home, home on the shteibel....

Now if you visit my Shteibel

You’ll meet all kinds of people
Tzadikim, beinonim (we even had a rasha!)
So step inside don’t be shy
And let the Lord get you high
Stay for kiddush and a vort on the parsha.


Home home on the shteibel

Where everybody feels like mishpacha
Where the davenings deep and the nigunim sweet

And at kiddush there’s kugel -- potato or nudel!
And at kiddush there’s kugel and cola.

 

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