Yellow Stars
Oh to be like them
To play in Warsaw’s streets
Playing hopscotch and sharing special sweet treats.
To chase the girls and race
All the boys sounds fun,
But I wear the yellow star
so I turn and run.
Oh to be like them
To buy some shoes for my boy
And fresh vegetables to eat,
Cream and milk for my tea.
To host a party and celebrate
And see joy in my husband’s face
But I wear the yellow star
so I turn and run.
Oh to be like them
To know how to protect my boy
Put money in the jar
And buy a nice new dress For my wife and miss.
To not go on the trains
And leave my family behind
But I wear the yellow star
so I turn and face the gun.
