Leonard Cohen
The widespread scattering of the Jewish genes
Caused by pogroms cruel and holocaust
A Russian mother, Father, German seems
Now all of them, have turned to earth and dust.
Then the city French called Montreal
Safe home to refugees of every sort
Here Leonard found his path, he heard the call
And learned to bear the suffering of the heart.
Where some men leave this world by their own choice,
The isolating loneliness, the fear
Instead, he struggled, strained, gave us his voice
Even after death, we feel him near.
A man descended from Aaron, the priest,
The same people that gave us G-d and Christ
How my heart sings 