Finally there is a fifth child

Finally there is a fifth child, the one who is too young to ask a question or understand our answer. To this child we sing a song, for music is understood by everyone and joyful singing makes us feel free.

Let My People Go

When Israel was in Egypt land

Let my people go.

Oppressed so hard they could not stand,

Let my people go.

Go down, Moses,

Way down in Egypt land.

Tell old Pharaoh, to

Let my people go.

“Thus sayeth the Lord” bold Moses said,

“Let my people go

“If not I’ll smite your first-born dead

“Let my people go.”

(chorus)