Sitting in the hot desert sun, you were told, you'd be on the run.
Down to Egypt, to Pharaoh's town, to Rome and Spain, and many other lands.
But you opened your door to tired men, and lonely passers-by, and angels from heaven.
Your kindness and your care were known far and wide.
Father of a nation, your soul is alive.
Chorus:
Avraham, are we the children that you dreamed of?
Are we that shining star you saw at night?
You know it's true, we still call you Avinu
Our father our pride, we got your soul inside,
take us home, take us home.
You've been through every test, now look, a small shul in the midwest.
A child was born, just the other day; and all those gathered there, heard his mother say:
Oh, it's been 3000 years, and we've been fighting back all the tears.
One mans lullaby, a nation will survive.
Father of our people, your dream is alive.
Chorus
Your courage and your might kept the Pharaohs up at night.
No hand could hold you, no stranger would forget you. x2