In a corner of the Temple
The widowed daughter of Zion sits,
Rocking her only son Yidele to sleep.
She sings a tender lullaby:

Under Yidele’s cradle
Stands a snow-white kid.
The kid has been to market.
That will be Yidele’s calling, too
Trading in raisins and almonds.
Sleep now, Yidele, sleep. (2x)

There will come a time of railroads.
They will cover half the earth
You’ll travel the iron roads
And on them you will earn great wealth.

But even when you are rich, Yidele,
Remember your mother’s lullaby.
Trading in raisins and almonds.
That will be your calling
Yidele will be a great merchant
Sleep now, Yidele, sleep. (2x)