Our Country/Rockabilly aliyah song. Original lyrics. Performed at the ESRA Benefit party in Modiin, Israel. ***Lyrics Below***
Well, I left my home in Norfolk, Virginia
Aliyah on my mind
Dialed the number to Nefesh b'Nefesh
that I saw up on the billboard sign
The guy down at the office said he's there to help us
Make it to the Holy Land
He handed me some papers, said "Fill 'em out later"
Right before he shook my hand
Who's your Ima, your Abba, your Bubbe and your Zeide?
And what about your little sis'
We're also gonna need a letter from your rabbi
And the mohel that made your bris
I gave him all the papers, said "Now do me a favor
Save a seat on that El Al flight
My lift's all packed, I ain't comin' back
I'm startin' on a brand new life."
Sure as you're born they bought me a ticket
they put money in my hand
The pilot told us "Buckle up folks"
We're headin' for the Promised Land
Workin' on my meal and I hear "Hey, Excuse me."
Can I get up to the luggage rack.
Jes' let me get to my tallis and tefillin
they're tryin' to make a minyan in the back
Swing low chariot, come down easy
taxi to the terminal zone
Cut your engines and cool your wings
and let me make it to the telephone
Bezeq operator, give me Norfolk Virginia
I know it's still the middle of the night
Tell the folks back home this is the Promised Land calling
and their boy took a one-way flight.