The great grandfather, with his pious beardBathed in the river, all his yearsMany books, that lined his wallsJews and gentiles, held him in aweNathan stepped through the broken windowAnd looked to the river where his mother once floatedNathan stepped through the broken windowAnd looked to the river where his mother once floatedHe had four sons, all healthy and properOne was converted, became a christian doctorHis daughter filled with typhus and succumbedHe grew quiet his wife fell dumbNathan stepped through the broken windowAnd looked to the river where his mother once floatedNathan stepped through the broken windowAnd looked to the river where his mother once floatedHis granddaughter recalled, the day he diedShe was six years old, frosted with frightShe clutched the toe, the stiff cold toeAnd renounced the wrongs only she could knowNathan stepped through the broken windowAnd looked to the river where his mother once floatedNathan stepped through the broken windowAnd looked to the river where his mother once floated
