Yiddish
lyric:
A bisl zin, a
bisl regn
A ruig ort dem
kop tzu leygn
Abi gezint,
ken men gliklakh zayn
A shikh a zok,
a kleyd on lates
In keshene, a
dray fir zlotes
Abi gezint,
ken men gliklakh zayn
Di luft iz
fray far yedn glaykh
Di zin zi
shaynt far yedn eynem, orem oder raykh.
A bisl freyd,
a bisl lakhn
A mol mit
fraynt, a shnepsl makhn
Abi gezint,
ken men gliklakh zayn
Eyner zikht
ashires, eyner zikht gevires
Aynemen di
gantze velt
Eyner meynt
dos gantze glik
Hengt nor up
in gelt
Zoln ale
zikhen, zoln ale krikhen
Nor ikh trakht
bay mir
Ikh darf dos
oyf kapures
Vayl dos glik
shteyt bay mayn tir
A bisl zin, a
bisl regn
A ruig ort dem
kop tzu legn
Abi gezint,
ken men gliklakh zayn
Katchie's
English lyric (some poetic license, but fairly literal)
A little sun,
a little rainin’
A quiet spot
to lay your noggin
You got your
health? Thank your lucky stars.
A shoe, a
sock, a dress sans patchin’
A little jar
to keep some cash in
You got your
health? Thank your lucky stars.
The air is
free for all who breathe it
The sun will
shine on everybody--who can feel it
A little joy,
a little laughter
A toast with
friends, some schnapps for after
You got your health? Thank your lucky stars.
Some’ll chase
a fortune
Some are seekin’
stardom
Others want
the whole shebang
Some folks
think that all that counts is what’s in the bank
Let ‘em all
keep lookin’
Let ‘em all
keep searchin’
I don’t ask
for more
I can do
without, as long as luck stays by my door
A little sun,
a little rainin’
A quiet spot
to lay your noggin
You got your health? Thank your lucky stars.
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