Abie Rotenberg - Memories

I^Am'm a very tired old and wo^Grn out man ^Am and my eyes have long been^G blind m^Fost things that people s^Cay to me j^Gust seem to slip my mind

^Am Oh but the suffering and p^Gainful times t^Amhat were in years long g^Gone ^F Are still as clear upon my ^Cmemory as t^Ghe numbers on my arm

W^Amhat will become of all the m^Gemories a^Amre they to scatter with the d^Gust in the breeze And who will st^Fand before the wo^Crld k^Fnowing what to sa^Cy w^Fhen the very last survivor ^G fades away

W^Amhen I hold my grandson ^G close to me a^Amnd his fingers trace the pattern of my t^Gears ^FHe asks me Zeide tell me w^Chy do you cry ^Gwhat is it that you fear

O^Amh and I tell him there once was an^Gother child w^Amho smelled this sweet and felt t^Ghis warm B^Fut he was taken from ^Cbefore my eyes ^Gand only I remained to mourn

W^Amhat will become of all the ^Gmemories a^Amre they to scatter with the du^Gst in the breeze A^Fnd who will stand before the w^Corld ^Fthat now wishes t^Co deny H^Fow will they believe in someone w^Gho never heard the cry

^AmThere's little I can say or do to ^Gmake things change ^Amtime has a way of passing by so f^Gast L^Fike a fleeting shadow n^Co one will recall t^Ghe faces of the past

W^Amhat will become of all the m^Gemories a^Amre they to scatter with the d^Gust in the breeze Y^Fet one thought gives me c^Comfort i^Fts all that I have ^Cleft F^Amor I know that G-d in Hea^Gven wont forget

W^Amhat will become of all the m^Gemories a^Amre they to scatter with the d^Gust in the breeze And who will st^Fand before the wo^Crld k^Fnowing what to sa^Cy w^Fhen the very last survivor ^G fades away