Huppah Stone (Traustein)

We have a lovely tale at hand, It’s come to us from a distant land, That land is West India, and Many people in the world Call that area the New World. Our tale’s about a wife who let her spouse Leav…

Foreign to me are trees in bloom And grass and air and sky What storms have banished me From Eden What blazing fire from the sun Your wind won’t dry these tears Land of exile Your rain won’t…