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(Verse 1) In the streets of Borough Park, the morning air is sweet, The shtreimels glow like halos on Forty-Fifth Street. A legacy of Chassidus, of wisdom and of grace, The light of the Rebbe shines in every face. But listen to the neshama, the soul that cries within, Asking for a mercy that’s deeper than the skin. (Chorus) Oh, Bobover brothers, let the chessed overflow, Let the seeds of the garden be the only seeds we sow. From the tables of the Tisch to the meals we share at home, Let no creature tremble where the holy spirits roam. A kiddush for the living, a path that’s pure and green, The holiest of visions that the world has ever seen. (Verse 2) We talk of Tza’ar Ba’alei Chayim, the Torah’s ancient law, To look upon the humble with a kindness and with awe. Is the kashrut only symbols, a stamp upon a crate? Or the mercy in our hearts for what we put upon the plate? Imagine Shabbos candles lighting up a feast, With peace for every person, and peace for every beast. (Bridge) We survived the darkness, we rose up from the dust, To build a world of justice, of holiness and trust. Now let’s widen the circle, let the compassion grow, Higher than the Mechitzah, further than we know. (Chorus) Oh, Bobover brothers, let the chessed overflow, Let the seeds of the garden be the only seeds we sow. From the tables of the Tisch to the meals we share at home, Let no creature tremble where the holy spirits roam. A kiddush for the living, a path that’s pure and green, The holiest of visions that the world has ever seen. (Outro) Teshuvah for the earth, a blessing on the tongue, A song of true redemption that is finally being sung. Pure hearts, Bobov. Pure life, Bobov. Amen.