Ya'akov was born in the town of Kiev
On a cold winter's morning in '54
His childhood was haunted by a monster who lived
Out in the forest of Babi Yar
His grandfather told him, "Try to be brave,
For there'll be a train coming through someday.
You don't have to live where you do not belong!
Just get on that train; it will take you home."
Home, home.
The train will arrive it will take the children
Home, home,
Although it delay the train will take you home.
Frightening dreams that young children have
Should soften and fade with the passing time
But the nightmares were real for the Jews of Kiev
Knowing the monster was still alive
And all through his life, Ya'akov was taught
There is no God for a Soviet
But deep in his heart the vision remained
When things would get dark, he'd get on that train.
In nineteen and ninety he was suddenly free
He packed up his bags and his family
They boarded a train, and their journey began
Traveling home to the Promised Land
Now Ya'akov looks back to his years in Kiev
Where the snow lies so deep on his Zaide's grave
The monster is silenced; it lies in its shame
'Neath the thundering wheels of his grandfather's train
Ya'akov's arrived; the train now is gone
He's finally home in Jerusalem